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A Gift

By: harder



The holidays had been impossible as far as them getting together with each other with out of town guests and family around at both of their homes. Added to that was that both of them were also traveling out of town during this period. This all added up to frustration for both and a period of weeks where their only method of keeping in touch was e-mail or v-mail. 

They had bantered back and forth during this period about many things but it always got back to their mutual desire to be together again as soon as possible. During this long distance exchange the subject came up of gifts to each other for the holiday. They knew that the secret nature of their special relationship would not allow them to exchange gifts in the normal way. However they still both wanted to give each other something that would signify their mutual desire and need for each other.

In answer to one of his emails on this subject during this period she had written that she had come up with a few ideas for the perfect gift for him and that she would give it to him upon her return the following week. He anxiously replied seeking details for his own benefit and so he might know what he could offer her in return. No mater how much he asked/pleaded for her to answer, she would not give him even a hint. She simply said he would have to wait and that she was sure it was the perfect gift. He was stumped.

The days passed with agonizing slowness for him and he was sure for her. They had agreed by email on the time and date he was to call to set up their meeting. After everyone was gone at his home on the morning of this day, he placed the call and waited nervously for her to answer. 

After several rings he heard her sexy voice, " Hello there."

They nervously exchanged stories of the past several weeks without each other, telling each other how much they missed the other and then he finally asked her, " When can I see you?"

She answered, " Oh I don't know, I was hoping you were free now. I have that present for you."

He said, " Present, I thought we had decided that we were not going to do presents? That it might be too dangerous for both of us. 

She said smiling to herself, " Never mind and Not to worry. This is a very special gift from me to you. And know one will ever know except you and I. Can you come over now?"

"Yes, I um, I'll be right there." He stuttered dumbfounded.

"Good, I'll leave the front door unlocked, come in and lock it behind you." She said.

"But, where will you be? How will..." He said his words cut off by her answer.

She interrupted, "Baby, please just hurry over, I'll find You when you get here."

He answered excitedly, "Okay. I'll be right there, 10 minutes tops!" And then hung up.

This was incredible. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He couldn't wait to see her, be with her again after their too long separation. This new twist of this "special gift" only made things more intense. His mind was racing with thoughts of her, of them their last time together, and of what this gift might be. And he felt a bit awkward not having a gift for her in return.

Even though it was bitterly cold outside he didn't notice during his short walk to her house. He had only one thing on his mind, her.

She had been as nervous as a schoolgirl having decided on this particular gift just the night before and now waiting for him to arrive in minutes to receive it. It had come to her on her return trip. The flight had been long and she had ample opportunity to let her mind wander. And wander it did. And these days it seemed that her every free moment of thought was of him. The idea came to her in a sudden flash and she instantly knew that it would be the perfect solution to their gift situation.

She had risen early and made sure everyone at her house was out the door on time and that they would be gone most of the day so she would be alone and uninterrupted. She was nonchalant about this so no one would take notice of her plans. When they were all gone she raced back upstairs throwing off her robe and getting into the shower. She quickly showered and then took extra care with her hair and makeup she wanted everything to be just right for him. As she was finishing up looking in the mirror she felt her self already getting very, very wet, in anticipation of her being with him soon.

When he called it took all of her self-control to continue her stonewalling position and not let on what she had planned. She could tell he was still puzzled and would be very excited and surprised when he saw her gift. When she finally got him off the phone and on his way she hurried downstairs to open the front door just a crack and await his arrival.

He quickly walked up to her door and as promised it was open for him. He pushed it open letting himself in and turning to lock it behind him calling out for her as he did. He heard her footsteps before he saw her. She came up behind him through the kitchen having just locked the back door. 

She called out to him simply, " Hello."

He turned around to face the direction of her voice and was about to say something when he finally really saw her. His mouth dropped open and he was almost sure he was drooling.

She had come from the other room looking beautiful as usual. However, this time she was wearing a full-length light brown fur coat and high heels. As she approached him and was only about ten feet away she allowed the front of the coat to open only an inch or two, enough for him to notice that she was completely naked underneath. He looked from her legs up to her face and back. She was so hot. He could see just a hint of the curves of her breasts and s small patch of her close cropped bush.

She smiled in a big wide grin looking back at him and loving his reaction. She continued to open the fur coat resting her hands on her hips. She now strolled a few more steps crossing one leg in front of the other in a very provocative way. She let the fur fall slightly off her shoulders now so her tits were exposed and stood still only a few feet away showing him her full nakedness. She stood there her hands running slowly up and down her hips keeping the fur fully open for his pleasure. Now he could take it all in from her position only a foot away. He could not only see her he could smell her wonderful scent.

She said, " Well, what do you think?" turning around slowly in place for his appraisal.

He could barely answer, " You, you look awesome, beautiful, gorgeous, unbelievable!"

She smiled broadly as she returned to face him, " I'm glad. I'm your gift. And this is my special wrapping" She said holding her fur wide open now.

She continued, " I hope you will unwrap me all the way in the bedroom." 

At which point she noticed that he was cold and even so hard his hard cock was showing in his pants. 

She opened her fur and said, "Baby, you need to warm up. Come in here where it's nice and warm." Opening her arms wide and offering her body to him.

He said nothing. Shaking his head in disbelief he readily accepted her invitation and reached inside the fur and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her open and waiting mouth. They kissed long and deep with both of them moaning in desire while his cool hands touched her warm skin causing her to shiver. He caressed and squeezed her firm ass in one hand while he ran one hand from her breasts down to the patch of short hair between her legs seeking out her pussy. He was pleasantly surprised to find her already very, very wet. She was dripping with wetness. She gasped as his fingers found her wetness. She gasped not from the coolness of his touch but from desire. Soon his hands were as hot as she was and his touch was once again setting her on fire.

She broke their kiss to lead him from the front hallway where they were standing with her almost naked, to a bedroom around the corner where they had satisfied each other before. While they walked he trailed a step behind her to admire the view as he lifted the fur to one side to admire her ass in motion and the shape of her already beautiful legs now highlighted by the slight lift of the high heels. She simply smiled and kept walking enjoying the show she was putting on for him and enjoying his hand as it ran over her ass and dipping between her legs brushing against her soaking wet pussy lips. 

When they got to the room she turned closed and locked the door behind him. As she did he quickly stripped out of his clothes. He now stood naked before her with his cock hard but not fully erect. She came to him and took him in hand as she kissed him deeply telling him how much she missed him and adding a squeeze on his cock for emphasis. He moaned his desire into her mouth as he returned her passionate kiss and then took his hands and pushed the fur a little further off her shoulders so he could kiss his way down her neck to her tits. As he did so she shook in his hands as he squeezed her tits in his hands and then put one hand back between her legs to fully take advantage of her wetness. All the while she clung to his cock and balls with both hands while tilting her head back enjoying his kissing on her neck.

He sucked on her nipples while he squeezed her tits all the while working his other hand slowly down to and along her slit teasing her clit and then further teasing her by slipping one finger in and out of the entrance to her open wet pussy. She sighed her approval as she pushed his head into her chest and pushed her pelvis into his hand as he worked her pussy more and more. She was so soft and wet, waiting for him, needing him, wanting him.

He now looked up and into her eyes as he reached up and took the fur by the lapels and pushed it off of her completely throwing it aside on a chair. She inhaled deeply as he did. She stood before him now quivering in excitement and anticipation. He was almost shaking like it was their first time. He ran his hands up and down over her. 

He kissed her again briefly and then took her by the shoulders and asking, but more telling her, " Turn around."

She complied smiling and without saying a word. As she did she knew what he would want instinctively and bent over at the waist slightly while spreading her legs about a foot apart allowing him not only a fabulous view of her ass and lovely legs bit her tits hanging heavy in front of her. She took hold of a table that was in the room to steady her self. 

She was much shorter than him and now having her in high heels allowed him the wonderful opportunity to fuck her from behind standing up with ease. He didn't waste time. Even though he was not completely hard he was able to guide himself into her hot, wet, and waiting pussy. She let out a long low moan as he entered her while holding onto her hips pulling her ass back to him. Once in, he pushed forward a little and reached up and held onto her hanging tits, just enjoying the moment and the feeling of her bent over in front of him willing and waiting for whatever came next. He caressed and played with her tits and nipples while he worked his cock around inside her. He loved the way her tits looked and felt. And she definitely loved the attention he paid them as it always made her moan and squirm when he was inside her. He pumped her a few times like this long and slow, and then felt her turning around to face him again.

" I really want you. I'm glad you liked the wrapping Our gift came in. Now I really need to get started with the exchange. Please...." She said almost in a pleading voice as she gently kissed him and reached out to fondle his balls feeling to see if she could tell how close he was. She was happy that they were still slightly loose hanging in her hand. She loved the feel of them and rolled them around softly yet firmly in her hand.

He started to ask a question when she put a finger to his lips with a sly smile on her face. He knew that for now she would be in control and he didn't mind at all.

She took him by the cock, pulling gently, and led him to the bed. 

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide and then lifted her legs up to him. She asked him to remove her shoes. Which he did readily taking first one foot and then the other removing her shoes. He did this with her laying on her back on the bed lift her ass up to reach her foot up to him and with each leg he took in hand she spread the other leg wide so he would be drawn down to look at her pussy. She placed her hands on either side of her open pussy over her bush and spread her already open lips even wider for his pleasure. She knew he couldn't look anywhere else now. She loved teasing him like this and thrilled at the sight of the look on his face as he stared at her gaping wet pussy.

She then told him what the gift would consist of saying to him as he joined her now laying on her and pushing his cock into her waiting pussy. She wrapped him up with her arms and legs holding him close to her.

This sudden insertion made it very difficult for her to speak but she persisted.

She said to him, " What I want to give you is what we have wanted since we first met. I want you to fuck me in the ass just as hard as you want. But before you do I will need you to give me your gift, first." She paused reveling in his expression.

She continued, "Your gift to me will be what you're doing right now, fucking me. I know you can hold on and not cum for me yet. But first I want you to lick and play with my pussy until I'm ready to cum. When I'm almost there I'll let you know. I'm sure you can tell it won't take long." Pausing again to look into his eyes, smiling.

Then she concluded with, "Then I want you to turn me over and put your big thick cock in my ass. I know you will be gentle at first for me. But after I'm ready you can fuck my ass and cum for me, cum in my ass while I cum with you." As she finished she reached up to kiss him and suck in his lower lip while she summoned up all her strength to hold his cock deep in her pussy. He felt so good inside her right now.

He didn't answer, he couldn't. He was too amazed. He had wanted her this way badly but they had not been able to so far due to time constraints or other roadblocks. They had been together a few times now and she had assured him that they would be alone here safely for hours if they desired. He knew this would be critical for her to relax enough for them to do this. They had talked about this several times and she had said she would like him to take her this way and that she was sure they would both enjoy it very much. She had told him she was open to anything with him.

"Well, what do you say?" she asked kissing him as she did and squeezing his cock again with her pussy for an added little something.

He nodded his head and said, "Yessss" as he leaned in and kissed hard and deep. 

He was in heaven. Here he was with this beautiful woman who had just met him wearing only a fur coat and heels just for him. Now he was laying here with his cock being squeezed by her pussy and having him tell her she wanted him to fuck her in the ass, wow!

He broke off their kiss and sucked and licked his way quickly down to her aching and waiting pussy taking her breath away as he did. Everywhere he kissed or touched caused her to twitch, moan her approval, or arch her body in response. As he neared her pussy he stroked her inner thighs as he slide his cock out and replaced it with his fingers. 

She spread her legs wider now for him. Giving her self over to him. She welcomed his fingers with wetness and a low moan. As he lowered himself between her legs he could feel the heat and smell that erotic scent of her sexual excitement. He blew on her clit making her hips heave up and her to cry out even more. 

He licked his way up from her ass gathering up her wetness as he did. She tasted great and as usual this turned him on even more. He greedily licked up as much as he could get. When he got to her pussy lips he found that they were already swollen and pushed out from his cock having been inside giving his tongue easy access to her inner pink pussy walls. 

He sunk his tongue as deep as it would go and thrust it in and out, fucking her with it and quickly causing her to inhale deeply and bite her lower lip while grabbing onto the bed cover. 

She cried out, " Oh baby yesssss that's so goood."

She was writhing in pleasure now rolling her head from side to side. He reached up with one hand and pulled on her nipples, first one then the other. They were already very hard. He pulled them firmly up stretch them to their limit and then releasing them. Only switching when he heard her begin to cry out. While he did this he moved his tongue up her swollen pussy to her enlarged clit. He flicked his tongue rapidly up and down and across her most sensitive spot. 

This drove her wild. She was now bucking her hips back against his tongue trying to get more pressure on her aching clit. As she lifted her hips, he slid his free hand under her ass and held it up forcing her pussy into his mouth and increasing the pressure with his tongue on her clit. 

He could now tell she was very close. He slowly slid the little finger of his hand that was under her ass into the opening to her ass. It slid in easily as she was now running with wetness and about to cum. He knew this would push her to the edge if not over. And he thought he would begin to loosen her up for later.

She moaned, "ohhhhhh" as he finger fuck her ass feeling the resistance weaken with each stroke.

He then slid a few fingers from the same hand just into the opening of her pussy and no further. Running them up and down the inside of her lower lips teasing her further. As he did this she lost it and cried out loudly in pleasure, "Ohh baby, I'm cumming, Oh, so good, ohh, uhhh, noooo not yet. Please not..."

Her words trailed off, as she was realizing he would not stop his effort to make her cum. She convulsed and rocked around on the bed under his persistent attention to all her very ready and sensitive areas. She came in seconds with intensity and producing even more lubrication.

He stopped his efforts quicker than he normally would have because now he knew what he was going to do. 

He would comply with her wish for a gift from him but He would determine how many times he would make her cum. 

He knew her well enough from their few previous sessions that once she started cumming she could keep going probably far longer than he ever could. 

She would not know when he was going to fuck her in the ass. He would keep her in suspense. 

That would be his surprise gift! 

He pushed himself upright smiling at the sight of her quivering and smiling from her orgasm below him. He slid up and guided his cock into her waiting pussy. Her eyes still closed, her legs instantly and instinctively went up and around him pulling him to her. 

He moved very little which had the effect of teasing her more and allowing him to remain calm enough not to cum right then and there. 

She pouted and pulled at his hips and said, "You didn't stop! I thought we were going to stop so you could fuck me in the ass and cum together."

He just smiled slyly down and said, "Oh I will, I will, just not right now." 

"What do you mean? I wanted you to cum for me in my ass. I want it."

He kissed her and then said with a sly smile, " I will but you are going to cum again for me." He said pushing his cock deep into her for added emphasis.

She said with a wide eyed expression, " What?"

"Just trust me." He said to her and with that he rolled them over so she was on top and held her ass in both hands clamping her against him while he ground his hips and pubic bone up against her knowing this would intensify her subsiding orgasm and make her want him even more. 

In this position she had a feeling of great fullness and he had the benefit of being inside her but could control their movement just enough to refrain from going any further. She wriggled and struggled trying to move more but he held her close and soon she got the idea.


A Gift



They lay like this for quite a while as he sucked her tits and kissed her slowly allowing her time to come down from her orgasm and him time to get control of his urge to cum. He loved having her on top of him like this. He could hold her ass in both hands and suck on her tits or kiss her easily. He could feel her pussy leaking wetness all over them. She had been wet before but this was a lot even for her. 

It was then he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her and the anticipation was really getting her. He was now gently moving his hips so his cock was moving ever so slowly in and out of her pussy. The soft warm wetness of her there was incredible. 

Eventually she calmed from her orgasm and stopped trying to move and quietly laid her head down on his shoulder kissing his neck and whispering into his ear, "Mmmm, that was soooo good. You feel so good." Her hand stroking his face and side.

He didn't reply. He kissed her as he gently slipped from under her keeping her laying face down. He now moved quickly around behind her. 

She almost pouted as she asked, " Where are you going? No, don't take it out yet! You feel too good."

She tried to turn over but he put his hand on her back and gently urged her back down. He then took her by the hips and pulled her ass up so she was resting now on her knees with her face and chest on the bed. He spread her legs wide giving him the most exciting view of her ass and her sopping wet pussy. 

Her pussy was still slightly open from his cock having been inside and her wetness was evident on her thighs and matted down the hair of her bush. He easily slipped two fingers into her pussy and she gasped. He then started to slide those two fingers in and out vigorously with them curved down to just graze her g-spot. She then felt his other hand on her. He was sliding his fingers slowly into her ass. She felt her ass resisting at first and tried to focus on relaxing the muscles around the rim. It didn't take much. 

His fingers were now well inside her ass and he was moving them in and out and around stretching her out and at the same time causing her to quickly climb the ladder towards another orgasm and he knew it, damn him.

She again cried out, " Ohhhh, ughhhhh, mmmm" but could not form any words just sounds he knew were sounds of pure pleasure. 

His hand, fingering her like this was too much. She loved to show herself to him like this. She knew it really turned him on. It also, she had to admit, really turned her on to show herself off like this. 

She had not really come down from her first orgasm and this intense pressure in and out of her pussy and touching her on that magic spot combined with the feeling of him playing his fingers in and out of her willing ass would soon prove to be too much. She knew it and so did he, damn him. She was so excited she couldn't resist at all, not that she intended to. 

Soon she was moaning loudly and saying, "I'm gonna cum, baby!" 

Then she did cum shooting great streams of wetness from her already soaked pussy. She did not think it possible but here she was squirting more wetness than she ever imagined was in her. The more he pumped the more she squirted. 

She heard her self screaming somewhere in the background as she exploded in the most fantastic orgasm. He had made her cum twice in less than fifteen minutes and this latest one was more intense than the first. 

She felt him slowly withdraw his fingers from her and she collapsed onto the bed. She was in a fog but felt so good. She was aware of him on top of her now and felt the familiar touch of his cock sliding into her pussy. Oh, he felt so good. He slid it slowly all the way in and then held it there pushing it against the deepest parts of her. She was so overwhelmed all she could do was moan her pleasure. She couldn't move and didn't care. She was his totally.

Her body was tingling all over. She somehow figured he was now sitting up as she felt his cock change position in her. He was inside her at a deeper different angle and his hands were now running over her ass and back. 

As he slid out of her he had decided that he was going to make her cum again after a short rest from her first orgasm. He heard her protest, but ignored it as he put a hand on her shoulder forcing her back face down. Then he took her by the hips. Oh man, her ass was so sweet. He lifted her up onto her knees and spread her already spread legs wider. She was now face down with her ass and pussy propped up wide open and ready for him. 

She didn't move or even say a word. Her pussy looked so hot. It was soaking wet with her juices all over her legs and bush. The lips were still parted from just having had his cock in her. Her asshole was slightly open to from his initial finger fucking. He smiled and thought to himself it would open much wider before long. He couldn't resist any longer. He slid two fingers curved down quickly inside her slippery pussy and began a very fast rhythm. 

He knew that this drove her wild. This would make her cum again for him in no time. It would be a different kind of orgasm. It would come from inside her pussy and would allow her very sensitive clit to be touched again later when he would make her rub it to a climax as he fucked her and came in her beautiful waiting ass.

While he stroked her pussy quickly with one hand he took two fingers and quickly gathered up some of her abundant wetness and slid them slowly and carefully into her upturned and waiting ass. At first he felt the reflex resistance of the outer muscles of her asshole trying to keep this intrusion out. Then he heard her moan as she wiggled under his assault and then he felt her relax the muscles and he slipped his fingers into the hilt. He slid them in and out and expanded them apart slowly stretching out her already willing ass. He loved this. The site of her pussy being worked by his one hand while her ass parted to accept his other was a real turn on. 

She was so willing and ready for him. He had her totally under his fingertip control. He increased pressure on the fingers in her ass while he sped up his finger fucking of her pussy. He knew she could not hold back and would cum soon from all this stimulation. 

He was soon rewarded for his efforts. She cried out she was cumming. 

Then she started screaming unintelligible, unmistakable, guttural sounds of pure pleasure. As she did her pussy started to squirt great amount of wetness all over his hands and her legs and onto the bed. This turned him on so much. He had heard that women could cum like this but seeing it, feeling it like this was incredible. He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster. The more he pumped the more she came. She now had wetness from her ass down to her knees and his hands were soaked. There was a huge wet spot on the bed under her. 

He soon thought he should let up now, and slowed his assault on her pussy, as he didn't want to make her too sore and wanted to ensure she could recover enough to cum for him while her came in her ass. But he couldn't resist and pumped her pussy quickly picking up the tempo again for one last try at making her cum. She didn't disappoint him she came again and squirted more from her pussy as she shook and cried out. 

He then reluctantly pulled his fingers first from her ass and then from her still quivering pussy. She collapsed onto the bed gasping for breath and murmuring and mumbling sounds of relief and pleasure. He looked down admiringly at his accomplishment. She was so beautiful when she came, completely into it to the exclusion of all else. She totally gave in to her desire with him. The sounds of her cumming, the movements, the scent of her sex, were intoxicating. And her ability to squirt and produce such wetness was such an erotic feeling for him. Like a drug he wanted more. 

He quickly straddled her ass and guided his cock down and into her soaked pussy. As he did he rubbed his hands in her wetness and squeezed her ass and ran his hands all over her. 

Her pussy felt incredible. It was hot, wet, and wide open and welcoming. He heard her moan softly at his entry. He pushed his cock deep into her open pussy holding it against the end of her sex. He just wanted to hold still and enjoy the hot wet feeling of being one with her. 

He didn't want the moment to end. But he wanted her ass badly. He needed to cum, to feel her cum as he came deep in her ass. 

He held still like this for several minutes gently rocking back and forth every so often to feel the wonderful soft wetness of her. He waited for her to come back to her senses as he gazed down on her and stroked and caressed her, feeling his cock deep inside her. The first sign she was coming back around was her pussy squeezing down on his cock the next time he tried to move back slightly.

He looked down at her and smiled noticing her eyes were now blinking open. 

He asked her softly, "Feel good baby?" While enjoying her intimate massage of his cock.

She closed her eyes as she said with a big smile, " Good? I feel way better than good."

He said, "I'm glad" As he pulled his cock back and pushed t into her causing her to groan.

She said to him as she pushed back into his cock with her soaking wet ass and pussy, " I can't believe how easily you can do that to me. My God, I'm soaking wet."

He asked her softly as he leaned forward pushing deep into her holding his cock still and slipping a thumb into her ass, " Um, do you have anything left? Will you cum again for me while I cum in your ass?"

She wriggled under his pressure. She would do anything for him to please him. He was so big and hard inside her. She wanted him badly. 

When she felt him slip his thumb in her ass she felt like a bolt of lightening struck her pussy, more specifically her aching clit. He had started her back up towards another climax. 

She inhaled deeply and let it out as she answered, " Oh yeah. I will for you baby. Anything, for you baby. I want you to feel good. I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to feel you cum inside me while I cum with you." There was a sound of urgency in her voice and she was squirming underneath him.

"Mmmm, goood baby. Are you ready to try now?" he asked as he reluctantly pulled his cock back out of her pussy. 

He leaned up next to her face and kissed her deeply. She turned to take him into her arms pulling him to her desperately. She clung to him to his kiss. He let his hands wander over her body caressing her tits and ever so gently touching her pussy working the tip of his fingers across her sensitive clit. 

As he did she responded by kissing him back with greater intensity and involuntarily moaning into his mouth while her pussy quivered under his touch. He wanted to see if her pussy was ready, really her clit, to withstand one more assault. 

He was thrilled with her response. He slowly broke off their kiss only to quickly start another on her other lips. He needed lick her now. He wanted to taste her, to feel her build towards another orgasm under the gentle attentions of his tongue.

She was returning to her senses and blinked her eyes as she felt him trying to pull his cock slightly back. She squeezed her pussy down onto his wonderful big cock. She heard him asking her if she felt good and she told how great she felt and realized how much she had come and how wet she had made everything. It was unbelievable how much he could make her cum. And when she came like this she never wanted it to stop. 

She could tell by the tone of his voice when he spoke and the fullness of his cock that he would be cumming soon. She felt the pressure of his thumb in her open and ready ass and felt herself sliding again towards another orgasm. She gasped for breath as she told him she wanted him in her ass. Then she felt him pulling his big wonderful cock from within her. 

She turned to find him beside her. She clung to him taking him into her arms and kissing him passionately. She felt his hands knowingly touch her breasts, her nipples, and now down to her electrified and aching pussy. She felt him graze her clit and as his hand swept over her wide spreading pussy. She kissed him deeper now hearing herself moaning in desire as she did. She felt him slipping away from her kiss and opened her eyes feeling a sense of loss. Soon she saw and felt him between her legs. 

His mouth now on her electrified pussy. His tongue now gently probed her clit and pussy lips causing her to shake and arch her back up. This felt so good. He knew just how much pressure she could take. He was so gentle yet so firm and insistent with his tongue that she felt her self quickly on the way to cumming yet again. 

She cried out to him, " Oh baby, easy I'm gonna cum again! Oh mmmm..." her voice trailing off as she did. She felt him stopping his tongue lashing of her pussy and gently felt him roll her over onto her stomach. It was like she was in a trance or a dream.


She couldn't believe how fast he had brought her to the brink. She ached for him. She wanted him. And she wanted to cum again and feel that incredible rush she felt every time she came when she was with him. She sensed him behind her now feeling him, she spread her legs slightly and raised her ass up making sure she left room to slip her hands between her legs to her aching pussy. 

He had slipped his face down to her pussy expecting to enjoy the taste and slowly build her desire back towards a climax. He didn't expect it to come so quickly. He had only licked her lips and teased her clit for a few minutes when she had told him she was ready to cum again. He was surprised but pleased that she was so close. It made him feel good that he excited her this much. 

He pulled away admiring the look of ecstasy on her face and the beauty of her sexy body lain out before him. He gently but firmly rolled her over now onto her stomach. He was so hard and felt his cock throb at the site of her as she spread her legs and pushed her ass back and up for him to enter. He was dripping in pre cum now. 

He then took his cock in his hands as he positioned himself between her legs and rubbed the head and shaft against her pussy to lubricate himself. This caused her to shiver and moan. He saw her reach her hands under her self and he knew if he didn't pull away that the touch of her hands would be to much for him. 

He now pulled his cock back with his hand and positioned it at the opening to her ass. He pressed slightly forward putting a light pressure on the entry to her back door. 

He said to her, " Ok baby, I'm ready. You push back whenever you're close and ready. I'll hold it steady and wait for you."

She replied by saying, "Mmm yes." As she began to work her pussy and clit with both hands while pushing back against his huge cock ever so slowly. She wanted him in her now. But he was so big and she had tightened up being so close to cumming herself. She took a deep breath and pushed back hard against his cock while furiously working her self right up to and now over the edge and into a glorious climax. 

She heard him yelling his pleasure as she screamed hers into the sheets. He was now totally inside her as and was beginning to pump her ass fast and hard. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming. 

Then the sensation of being fucked in the ass pushed her over the edge and her orgasm began exploding causing her to scream with pleasure and push back against him wanting him deep in her ass. 

Then she felt his cock get bigger, thicker as he pushed deep into her and then she felt it. He exploded deep inside her ass. His hot cum came shooting, searing into her ass causing her another violent wave of shuddering orgasmic spasms to wrack her body. He kept pumping as she felt his cock jerk and throb as it shot loads of hot sticky wonderful cum in her ass. 

She was cumming and he heard her voice start out low and rise in pitch and volume as she did moaning " mmmmm, ughhhhhh, ohhhh...."

As soon as he had said he was ready she began to push back onto his throbbing cock. He held her by her hips guiding her onto his rigid pole. Her ass readily accepted his full length and width with little resistance and she cried out in pleasure as he pushed in and pulled her back until he was all the way in. Her ass was so tight yet accommodating. 

He would not last, he knew this to be true. He saw her hands working her pussy fast and could feel the occasional brush of her fingertips on his balls as she did. This only pushed him closer. He was about to tell he was going to cum when he heard her cry out and felt her whole body clench. 

He knew she was cumming and this caused his own orgasm to explode. The combination of the anticipation, the site of her below him his cock buried deep in her ass, the taste and smell of her sex still on his lips, and her cries of desire and pleasure pushed him to an incredible orgasm. His whole body shook involuntarily as he now slammed in and out of her ass. He heard him self moaning in pleasure as he pumped his load of cum into her hot and waiting ass. The harder he fucked her as the more she came and the more she pushed back against him wanting more. He came what felt like gallons, her ass sucking his cock dry. 

Finally he couldn't hold him self up any more and collapsed on top of her reveling in the feeling of being in her, on her, near her. He could hear her moaning/whimpering below him as she came back from her own most intense orgasm of the day. 

She was mumbling to him softly, " mmm, baby, ohhh, hmmm." She was still trembling slightly reeling from the aftershocks of their very intense joint climax. 

He was doing the same while his now softening cock was still in her ass and slowly slipping out of her. As it did he rolled off her to lie next to her gasping for breath his heart pounding. 

She looked to him and then lifted her self slightly and put her arms around him and pulled him near. She looked into his eyes. She smiled and kissed him gently as he held her caressing her. 

She said to him smiling and looking deep into his eyes, " That was the best gift I have ever, ever received." 

Then she kissed him long and softly. He too thought this was by far the best gift he had ever received and what wrapping paper.

He didn't reply, he couldn't he was far beyond words. He simply kissed her back and held her closer. 



A Gift



I keep asking you what is this "surprise" gift you have for me. You tell me I will find out, but only after I promise to let you see me enjoying it!

Damn, I think, that's what I get for telling you I always take a picture of myself enjoying a gift for the person who sent it to me. Okay, I say, yes you can see me enjoying the gift. We make plans for you to give me my present.

I have a few sneaking ideas as to what the "gift" may be. . .you think naughty thoughts like I do! However, always seemed to me just as I think I have someone figured out they change the rules on me! So I prepare myself for the present to be anything.

I get my standard Nude Man door greeting from you. Instantly, I am in an even better mood than the two seconds before you open the door! After some hugs and kisses, I start pressing you to present the gift. I am so dying to know what you want to see me "enjoying."

You disappear for a few moments, returning with a rectangular box wrapped in glittery paper. I sit on the couch as you hand me the gift. You have a mischievous grin, so I know something is up. I shake the box, but hear no movement. I make a few comments about what it could be. . .a new Barbie doll? You tell me the only way for me to know is to open the damn thing!

I decide to be a bit more difficult, by carefully opening up each corner and keeping the paper intact. Doing so belies my true character of tearing the paper off of a gift! I don't even peek into the exposed end of the paper tunnel, I continue to gingerly open the gift.

Finally, when I have removed the last of the tape, I roll the paper off of the box. I don't look at the box- instead, I set it down next to the couch as I fold the paper. . .once again you tell me to stop being silly and look at my present!

Before I do, I tell you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness at surprising me out of the blue with a gift. You are too kind, too sweet, and too sensitive I say, as you bend over my lap to grab my gift. Here, you say, as you put it on my lap.

Oh my, I say, as I realize you have given me a fantastic new toy-- a shiny new vibrator! And a nice one it is-- about six inches in length, and about an inch and a half in diameter. It was even ribbed-- "for her pleasure." I take my plaything out of it's wrapping. I examine it, making sure it has no rough edges or anything that could be a problem (a girl has to check these things, you know!) impressed with the smoothness of the plastic. I even liked how easy it was to turn the switch at the base of the gift. Not all vibrators are created equal, and I could instantly tell you dropped a pretty penny for this charming gift!

You are still grinning with excitement, when I say to you-- there are no batteries. Darn. How will I enjoy my new gift? Not missing a beat, you say oh as you pull two C batteries from under the couch. I smile as I take them from you. . .yes you are indeed a very smart, thinking kind of a guy. . .

I load the batteries in my new toy, asking you if you want me to take pleasure from it now, or later-- say, in a week or two? Hell no, you say, telling me how much you want to see me play right now! Okey dokey I say, as I watch your cock rise.

I kick off my shoes, then stand up and let my jeans fall to the floor. I slip my bra off from under my sweatshirt, leaving my sweatshirt on. You protest, but I tell you I will take it off in a few minutes. I step out of my jeans and sit back down on the couch. You turn off the tv, dim the lights a tiny bit, and put on a CD. I don't know who it was, but it was definitely relaxing music. I slide to one end of the couch as you sit at the other end. I lean over to give you a big, wet kiss; one you eagerly accept. As I pull away to go back to my reclining position, I fire up the vibrator. .. 

It makes a low hum. . .not loud or clacking like cheap vibrators. This I like, as I comment to you it is a "stealth vibrator!" As I look at you, I can tell you want me to hurry up and start touching myself with the damn thing! I turn it off, telling you I have to get my pretty pussy ready for the toy. . .

I let my legs fall open, exposing my wet pussy to you. I slide my hand down the slit, opening myself up. You can easily see how wet I am, and my hard nipples are poking up under my sweatshirt. I lean back even more on the couch, as I start to use my other hand to play with my clit. I can feel your eyes burning on my pussy, which makes me even hotter to know you derive joy from watching me. I savor your hand stroking my lower leg. . .this makes me want to give you the best show of me enjoying my gift.

I remove my hands from my pussy, picking up the toy. I give it life again, turning the vibration down to "low." Too much vibration too quick would result in me not cumming at all! I spread my lips again, (you know which ones) and touch my love button with the tip of the toy. Doing this sends warm waves of pleasure through my thighs, causing me to moan softly. You encourage me on, telling me how sexy I look, how much you want to see the vibrator in me, making me cum. You tell me how after I make myself cum, you won't be able to keep your tongue out of my slick pussy! I keep the vibrator on the tip of my clit, as I listen to you tell me more. . .you tell me how you want to stick your fingers inside of me, making me wetter. You tell me how you want to make me cum, then make me cum again before you stick your rock hard cock in me. You tell me how you want to taste my liquor as it gushes forth on your hands. You tell me you want to see me lick your fingers, full of my honey! 

The more you say, the hotter I get. I am so wet, I begin to wonder if the toy has a tight seal where the batteries go-- sure would hate to corrode my new plaything! I start to touch the tip at the opening of my pussy...I think, just a quick movement would allow me to feel the toy inside of me. I look at you, as you eagerly anticipate me sliding the toy inside of me.

I turn up the speed on the vibrator a tiny bit. It is still quiet, and I slowly start to push the toy in me. I go real slow, because I know doing such would tease me as much as it teases you. You continue to stroke my leg, as you start to stroke your cock.

Suddenly, I pull the toy out, as you protest. You ask me what's wrong, and I tell you nothing. I slide my ass down to the floor as well as fling my sweatshirt off. Join me, I say as you waste no time getting comfortable on the floor with me. I tease my pussy with the toy again, then push it in me.

When it is all the way in my pussy, I can feel how the whole toy vibrates, not just the tip. Wow, I think, you are a man who knows his toys! I turn up the speed a tiny bit more. You move so your head is right by my wet pussy. I tell you that you have a ringside seat, and if you are not careful you might get wet! You say you are banking on it!

I am so wet, I know you can see the juice slipping out of me. I can smell how hot, how sticky sweet I am. I tickle my clit with my fingers, bringing myself right to the edge of an orgasm. . .

You can tell how hot I have made myself, as I writhe around on the floor. I pull the vibrator out, and put the tip of it back on my clit. . . 

This drives me crazy-- at this point, I am breathing hard. Not only that, but my nipples are still hard-- wanting to be touched by you. I tighten up a fragment, as I ask you to please lick me.

You instantly stick your tongue in my hot pussy, giving me the extra stimulation I need to make me cum.

Oh, this is a good one too (are any of them ever bad? I think not!) I gush what feels like a gallon of my precious juice, and you eagerly catch every drop on your tongue. The waves of pleasure spread all through me, feeling extra-delicious. . .

Because I didn't move the toy as soon as I came, I inadvertently gave myself another orgasm! This one was so marvelous, I dropped the toy! You grab my ass, holding on as this orgasm causes me to buck my hips-- once again you catch each drop of sweet nectar on your tongue!

As the intense pleasure subsides in me, you gently lick my pussy. This feels great to me; you manage to keep me horny and wanting more fun!

I calmly tell you you forgot to take a picture of me enjoying my gift!

You grin, tell me no problem. You pick up the still-vibrating gift, hand it to me, and tell me there's going to be plenty of chances to take pictures of me enjoying the gift. . .



A Gift



Dedication ~ I wrote this for joeys-game as a present for his 9000th post on the boards. I gussied it up a tad but it's, essentially, the same story as the original version.

Taking your hand I say, "C'mere, baby, I got a present for you." and lead you over to the couch, where I sit with a sultry smile. The denim, softened by repeated washes, makes my sensitive palms tingle as they slide up the outsides of your thighs to your hips. Pulling you a little closer, so that you stand nearly between my knees, I look up into your eyes. Watching you watch me as my hands glide along your belt to the buckle and undo it. You're smiling down at me, your fingertips caressing my cheeks, reading my hunger in the light stubble as if it were Braille. I keep watching you, smiling back, as I open your pants. I sense the barest vibration of metal on metal in my fingertips as I'm pulling your zipper down one tooth at a time. 

The even softer material of your boxer briefs proves too tempting for me and I lean in, pressing my face into the open V of your jeans. Your scent, the masculine pheromones, assails my sense of smell. That, combined with your hum of pleasure as you comb your fingers into my hair has me groaning and my arousal throbs powerfully, forcing me to reach down to make an adjustment. Inhaling deeply and feeling you go to my head; I begin working your jeans over your hips. Exhaling the deep breath through your shorts and over your cock and I hear you groan, your hands grip my head as your hips push against my face and your jeans slide down to your knees. It only takes a second for me to pull your boxers down to join your jeans, revealing your already plumping cock. You steady yourself on my shoulders while stepping out of both and strip off your t-shirt, casually dropping it on top of the rest.

Leaning in, I flick the tip as it begins to peek out of your foreskin with the flat of my tongue, while my fingers graze over a dusting of hair as they skim up the backs of your legs. My hands reach your cheeks and I cup one in each palm, kneading them with my fingers. Taking the head of your dick in my mouth, I hear your groan as I suck softly and run my tongue under the foreskin. The salty, musky flavor of your skin fills my mouth and, this time, I'm the one who hums with pleasure. Your fingers lace into my hair again and I feel your foreskin pulling further back from the head as your cock quickly grows to its fullest. 

I bob my head on your lengthening shaft, taking in a little more each time. Eventually my forehead touches your abs and my chin touches your balls as I take you in completely, the sensitive head of your cock slips into the opening of my throat. 

I hear you groaning and feel your fingers gripping my hair. My fingers slip between your cheeks and begin toying with your hole and I hear a grunt of surprised pleasure come from you as you grip my head and thrust yourself as deeply into the hot moisture of my mouth as you can. Looking up at you through my lashes I see that your eyes are closed and you're biting your lip. 

I hear the sound of stunned incomprehension and see your eyes fly open in surprise when I suddenly pull away from you just as your balls are beginning to tighten and pull up. Leaning back on the couch, I jerk you down, twisting you so you fall face down across my lap.

One arm comes down across your shoulders and the other across your lower back, holding you in place as I say, "This is the rest...the equivalent of a birthday spanking." 

Raising my hand, I bring it down fast and hard on your left cheek, then your right. Immediately you begin protesting, demanding that I stop but I know better. I know how you love it; I also know that this is part of the game. I laugh and continue, alternating between and counting each side separately, until I've counted out three stingingly hard smacks for each hemisphere. I pause to admire the contrast of white flesh and bright pink handprints, smoothing my palm over them and making you squirm. I feel the head of your cock rub against my thigh as your hips jerk. Pushing us forward so I'm barely perched on the edge of the couch, I spread my knees wide and your aching hard on dangles in the air, unable to make contact with anything.

I land three more blows to each of your cheeks and laughingly taunt you when you pretend to try to escape. You're asking me to stop, insisting that it hurts, almost pleading but not quite. There's still a tone of command in your voice and I intend to paddle it out of you. Stopping once more, I toy with your flame coloured backside, squeezing and rubbing it. You're groaning and panting, your hips rolling with a need for release. A release that you know you won't reach before I allow it. I'm not surprised when you actually have the audacity to reach under yourself, hoping I'll let you get yourself off now instead of later. This too is part of the game we play and I know exactly how to respond to the challenge. 

My palm flashes down, harder than before, making you cry out and snatch your hand away from your cock. I take my time now, delivering the blows at irregular intervals and playing with your buns between the blows. I continue until I've counted nine strikes to each cheek. When I stop this third time your ass feels like it's on fire and the gentlest caress from my fingertips sends bolts of pleasurable pain through your body. I graze my fingertips over the burning hot flesh, hearing you whine with desperation. Gently drawing random patterns with my fingernails, I listen to your huffing breaths and watch your hips roll wildly. I know you've finally taken all that you can when I hear you beg. Your gasped entreaties for release make my own, aching cock throb all the harder and actually hearing the tears in your voice makes me moan. I lean over and place nine, tender, open-mouthed kisses on each cheek and hum my pleasure again when it makes your writhe. Listening to you groan, I slowly lick the length of your crack, feeling your body quake.

Helping you sit up beside me, I switch places with you. You're sitting on the couch and I'm kneeling on the floor in front of you. The soft cushions of the couch feel rough against the tender flesh of your abused backside, sending a constant stream of sensation through you. I see your cock, bobbing with your heartbeat and nearly purple. Just as your lips part to say something, I lean down and take you into my burning hot mouth. Sinking all the way to your pubic bone, I swallow several times before bobbing my head rapidly. Swabbing my tongue back and forth over the underside of the shaft and sucking hard, I knead your balls and gently squeeze them. I get no more than two bobs before you grunt loudly and grab my head in a way that tells me you won't be letting me get away this time. I go with it and relax as you thrust hard and fast, nearly choking me a couple of time when you hit the back of my throat. One thrust, two, and you're holding me down, as I feel the first hard blast of burning hot cum go straight down my throat.



A Gift



She was waiting by the door like she always did. She wore black silk stockings with seams, a black lace garter-belt, and black ballet heels that strapped up her legs almost to her knees. The black went well with her coloring, lighting her pale Castilian Spanish skin almost to a glow and it matched her long glorious hair that fell in waves to just above her ass. 

Her eyes were emerald green and the only makeup she wore was the crimson lipstick that she knew he loved. She did wear jewelry though. He insisted on that. Four carat emeralds in her ears in platinum and a three strand black pearl choker that had the jet cameo of a kneeling woman on it. His collar.

He came in at his usual time and she helped him pull of his suit jacket and hung it in the closet before taking his briefcase and carrying it to his office. Then she met him in the living room and knelt in front of his recliner after pouring him a double of the forty year old Islay scotch that he also loved. She bowed her head as she offered it up to him in both hands and he took it from her with just one word.

"Mouth," he said gruffly and she smiled to herself as she started undoing his belt and pants. When she had him free she took him between her crimson lips and slowly inhaled him to the root. She knew he didn't want to cum just yet. This was old routine between them. He had had a stressful day at the office and he wanted to relax.

That was what she did best. She relaxed him. He had put her through massage therapy school as well as regular college after he had found her on the streets, and she knew that she could get a much better 'job' anywhere than being his maid and cook. Too bad she loved him.

She sucked him slowly, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth and throat. She had initiated the relationship between them but he had quickly taken it over. He had taught her to please him completely, and she had learned avidly. She wanted to be his. She felt safe that way.

As the stress poured out of him and he sipped the scotch he told her about his day. She listened with half an ear, knowing he might ask her advice, but mostly she just enjoyed sucking him. She liked his flavor and texture and the feel of his pulse in her mouth, and she knew that if she relaxed him enough with her mouth he might tense up enough in other ways to do oh so many wonderful things to her.

She craved those things too. At first it had been a bit humiliating that she had gotten off on some of the sensations he sometimes gave her, but she had learned to deal with it. She knew she was much more free than your average repressed woman when she was begging for him to do anything he wanted to her. Her bondage was love, not repression. Her world was sensuous and sexual and she got to be free to ask anything that any other repressed woman just fantasized about. She was his slave yes, but she was freer than most women.

She got caught daydreaming as she sucked him when he asked her a question that she didn't quite get. He repeated the question of course, and she answered it with a smile. It was a trivial matter anyway, and he had asked her just to hear her voice most probably, but she had been caught. He tensed up again, and this time it was in that special way. She knew he would punish her now, and she looked forward to it. 

He cupped the back of her head by the hair and brought her back to his penis and she inhaled him quickly this time. She knew what she was in for this time as he started roughly using her mouth, and her body started reacting out of habit and hope. 

He used her mouth for his pleasure now and she denied him nothing. She was almost choked on his size as he went deeper into her throat than he normally did but she just swallowed as much as she could when he let her breathe and went with it. In ten minutes he was ready to pop and she felt him swell in her throat as he erupted and held her down on him. She swallowed easily and quickly, a little sad that he was annoyed enough not to let her taste his seed this time, but there would be other times.

When he let her she licked and sucked him clean and dry then tucked him back in his pants and rebuckled his belt for him. He growled out the word 'cross' and she stood instantly and almost ran up to the playroom. She let herself in with the key above the door then put the key back up and locked the door behind her, knowing he would check.

Then she hurriedly fastened herself onto the St. Andrews cross like he had intimated only leaving her left hand free because she couldn't secure the shackle one handed. Her wrist was by the shackle of course so that he only had to secure it, and she would remain that way no matter how much time he took coming upstairs.

She trembled with excitement as she heard him make his way slowly up the stairs and stop in his bedroom. She knew that he would take a few minutes to change clothes and hoped that he hurried. He didn't though and she got even more excited as her mind went over all the things he might do to her up here. She ran through the various implements in her mind, mentally going through how each would feel on her bare skin and couldn't decide which one she wanted him to use most. Of course there was also the fact that he might not use the implements, but she doubted that. He was pretty annoyed. That usually meant her tender flesh would be raw before the night was over. She hoped so, and she hoped that he would take out his frustration on her too. That was what she was there for anyway.

It took him ten minutes to make his way into the playroom. She knew better than to turn and look back over her shoulder at him and watch him approach. That made the pain painful and not sensual. That was not allowed. She had only made that mistake twice, and both times had been when she was first learning her place as his slave.

She heard him go to the armoire where the implements were stored and almost cried for joy. She was ready for him always, but when he used the implements he pulled something out of her that she just couldn't get to on her own. He brought out the wanton woman in her. The slut. He made her his in the most special way possible.

He took his time selecting whatever implement he chose. She counted out five minutes before she heard the armoire close and his almost silent footsteps coming toward her. God! Her senses went on high alert when he did this to her. Her sense of smell noted that he was wearing the Obsession today even when he was still several feet away even though he used it sparingly. Her sense of hearing heard not only her own trembling breath but she swore she could hear both his and her own pulses as well.

And her sense of touch was incredible. She could feel the leather at her wrists of course, and also the metal and mahogany of the cross itself. She could also feel all the hairs on the back of her neck as if they were radar dishes pointing straight at him. She reveled in the feelings and senses and waited as patiently as she could.

"Interesting," he murmured and she shuddered in anticipation. She heard him set something in the recliner and turn it so that it was facing the cross, and then he stepped toward her again and she felt his hands fasten her left wrist into the shackle. He didn't say anything other than that, but she knew then. He was in a good mood, and this was just a game. Of course she would still be punished, but it wouldn't be real pain like it could have been. It would just be what both of them needed to make it a special night. She started to relax and then stopped herself. She had made assumptions like that before and been totally wrong.

He left her hanging on the cross, on her tiptoes with the only support for her upper body coming from her toes and her wrists for another ten minutes as she heard him sipping what was probably another double. She let her senses run wild as he did this, listening and sniffing occasionally for any clue as to his intentions. Just as always she merely heard his soft breathing and smelled leather and Obsession.

Then she heard him set down the glass and stand. She went on alert then, anticipating anything. Sometimes he got right into it and sometimes he didn't. She waited, juices dripping down her thighs as he walked up behind her again.

She felt him gather her long hair and he put it over her right shoulder. That meant that he probably had a flogger. Those and the cane could be used somewhat safely all the way down the back. At least he could use them safely all the way down her back. Then she moaned in need as he slipped his hand between her legs and slid his index finger along her left labia.

"Oh really," he chuckled, and she blushed. She always did and he thought it was cute. "It looks like you're ready for something pretty one," he whispered from right beside her left ear. I think you need a little more stimulation though. What do you say to that?"

She knew better than to say anything, but she knew he was right. She wasn't quite ready for him the way he wanted her to be. She thought about wiggling against his hand since he was still touching her, but that would cause real pain. She had to be patient. This was his game, and he was most definitely in charge.

"Not going to answer huh?" he said in a chuckle and stepped back from her. She almost cried out at the loss of his touch, but she knew better. She wasn't ready to do that just yet. She would be, but not just yet. He had to bring it out in her still.

Then she felt the first blow and almost cried out again. He had chosen the thuddie flogger, and it left a burning path against the tops of her shoulder blades except where her hair went over her shoulder. She tensed up thinking the second blow would fall quickly, but he was in a good mood. She actually had time to relax a little before the second blow caught her just barely below the first. The pain was intense, but she didn't cry out. She didn't dare. Not just two strokes into it. If she were going to cry out at all it wouldn't be until he got really into it and wanted her to. Not till he made her.

He regulated his blows precisely, randomly timing them but making sure each blow hit just a little below the last. He worked his way down her back then, stopping occasionally to run a warm, rough hand over what he had done to her so far. He said nothing as he did this, and his hand was never on her long enough for her, but he did it. Like an artist surveying his work. 

She lost track of time as he punished her. She always did. All she was was senses now as she felt each blow. As she listened to the flogger fly through the air and strike her. As she smelled the leather and the warm skin. She closed her eyes and tried to picture her back from his point of view but it was useless. All she knew was that he had gotten down to her short ribs now and was still going. She let go then and reveled in the feeling of her tingling skin and the warmth of where he had struck before. She sagged in the restraints, hanging from her wrists for a moment to give her sore toes a break, then going up on her toes to give her wrists the same.

He noted the movement and asked if she had anything to say to him. She shook her head, knowing he was asking if she wanted to say a safe word. "Then be still," was all he said as yet another blow hit her just below the last. She froze, slowly going to where she was resting on all four points and hoping that he wouldn't notice. He did though and grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head. He positioned her precisely where he wanted her then, and she stayed there. Fortunately for her this was exactly where she had been trying to go. Sometimes he positioned her so that she had to strain on her toes or against her wrists because she had made him mad.

Then he reached her ass. He went harder there because it was more padded as he put it, and she almost yelped again as the first blow hit her delicate upper ass. She didn't though and she almost heard him smile. Usually this was where he got her to cry out, and this time she hadn't. He then hit her again, barely below the first, and it was even harder. If he kept getting harder she would cry out for him. She would know he wanted her voice then and would give it to him. 

He didn't though. He continued down over her ass cheeks with almost steady precision, not getting harder, nor getting any lighter. She thought he would stop at the bottom of her ass, but she was wrong. Oh god yes. He was going to stripe her at least down to the tops of her stockings. Just the thought of that got her going again and she heard him sniff deeply and chuckle. 

She blushed again, but she doubted he could see it now because she was facing away from him and her back was red. He chuckled again though and she knew he knew.

"You're almost ready little one," he almost purred in her ear just as another blow caught her right across the tops of her stockings. "Almost. But ready for what? That's the question isn't it." And he chuckled again. She shuddered in sheer anticipation and pleasure and the next blow fell, right across the most padded part of her ass. She did jump then because she'd been expecting it lower, and she cried out as well because it had hurt. He chuckled at that and she heard him walk away from her. She wanted to take back the cry but it was out, and he was satisfied with it. 

He walked to the armoire and she heard him place the flogger back on its hook, but he stayed there longer than he should have. If he'd just been about to put it up and come back to her it shouldn't have taken another two minutes and made him hum tunelessly. Oh god. He had another surprise for her. She hoped she was up to it.

"I got you some gifts pretty one," he said in his gruff manor. "A special gift of sorts, and a regular gift. Which would you like first?" She thought furiously now, knowing this was some sort of test. If he said gifts and that there were two of them she might get both of them tonight or she might only get one and never see what the other was. If she told him she wanted both he would call her greedy and punish her some more and possibly leave her tied to the cross all night. He had done that before.

"I want whichever one will look better on me in your eyes sir," she told him carefully. "This slave has no desire for gifts other than what pleases her master." There, that should be safe enough.

"That's not the way these gifts work pretty one," he chuckled and she cursed to herself. "These gifts are different. They won't make you look any different, or maybe they will. You have to decide which you want first."

"Then I want the one that will make you happiest sir," she said a bit defiantly. "You know that I live but to serve you. If the special one would make you happier with me then I will take that one. If not I will take the normal one. That's the one that is probably best for me anyway. I'm just a slave who lives to serve."

"Sassy now," he chuckled and she let out a long slow relieved breath hoping he wouldn't hear it. "Okay. I will decide which you get first. But you still have a choice to make. And this one I will brook no argument or sass about. Tell me something. Tell me which you prefer. Hard, or soft?"

"Sir?" she asked slowly and he told her to go on. "That is a loaded question. I can answer it many ways depending on what we are talking about. I am not trying to sass or anything like that. Please believe that. But I am confused. Could you please explain some?"

"Okay," he said a bit dejectedly and she began to lose hope for the night. "There are two gifts. One is soft and one is hard. One is special and one is regular. Do you get that much so far?"

She merely said yes sir and he went on. "Now neither gift is something that will change your looks," he continued. "But at the same time both will give you looks. The same looks if I have things right. They will also both be used no matter what, but I don't know if I'm giving them both to you tonight or if I am saving one for a later time. That is all I can tell you."

"Then I guess I want the hard one sir," she said simply, hoping to salvage the night at least a little bit. "I don't know if that is the special one or the regular one though."

He chuckled again and told her it was one of those and her hopes looked up. She heard him move to the armoire and she heard him open one of the drawers in the bottom where she was not allowed to go, and then the drawer closing and the armoire being closed as well. Then she heard him walk up behind her and she felt his hand slip between her legs again.

She was still wet for him and hopeful of course, but he sighed that she had calmed down as much as she had. "Oh well," he sighed and her hopes dropped again. "Maybe this will fix you up." And he started playing with both her pussy and her asshole.

He knew she loved it in either hole and that she loved his hands on her, so he used them to stimulate her. His other hand, his stronger right hand came around her body to where it rested against the wood of the cross and grasped her breast almost painfully. 

This was special treatment. He only treated her tits like this when he was going to make her let go. It was one of the things that drove her nuts and he knew it. She couldn't resist him if he wanted to do something to her as it was, but she would give herself up completely to him when he got rough with her, especially when he got rough with her tits.

She blushed furiously ten minutes later when she started actually humping the cross. Only he could get her this hot and he made fun of the fact that it was so easy for him. 

"Look at you," he said with a real laugh. "Humping the cross like you want it in you. And so wet you could probably take it. What a hot little slut. Isn't that right?"

"Oh god yes sir!" she moaned as she tried to press back against him and against the cross that was providing her pleasure at the same time. "Please use your slut. This slave begs you to use her in any way you wish."

He laughed and told her she still wasn't hot enough yet and she almost screamed out in pure frustration. She knew he was right of course, but she wanted him so badly just then. She would willingly do anything he wanted right now except the one thing he demanded. When she was ready to do that he would take her and she knew it. She just had to go through the frustration of getting there and he was in control of that.

When he chuckled again she was at her special place. She would give him anything now and he knew it. "Now it's time for your gift pretty one," he told her in her ear huskily, and she knew he was ready to take pleasure from her. She just didn't know how he was going to do it since he had opened her thoroughly.

She felt his fingers retreat and cried out and he chuckled again. "All in good time little one," he told her and she whimpered with need. "Your gift comes first tonight."

And with that his hand came back and he started slipping something metallic feeling up her ass. At first she thought it was a vibrator or something and concentrated on it, but it felt wrong. Not the right shape. She clenched her anus around it as it slid further in, pushed by his strong fingers, and the shape became apparent in her mind. It was egg shaped, roughly the size of a large chicken egg. She unclenched then and allowed him to seat it where he wanted it.

"This was made special for me by a tech friend of mine when I went to Japan," he told her, stepping away from her and she heard the rustle of silk. She hoped he was undoing the belt on his robe, but he didn't approach her again. Instead she heard him go to the recliner and sit down.

"It has a very special function," he said, almost as if to himself. "First off if you get too far from the transmitter, which I have here in my hand, it does this." And with that she felt a powerful shock in her rectum from the egg. She cried out of course, and he chuckled. 




A Gift



"But the range is far enough that you can go anywhere in the house with it in," he told her as she whimpered in pain. "The transmitter will be sitting on my desk in the center of the house. It will also let you know when the transmitter battery is getting low by giving you a smaller shock, followed by progressively more powerful shocks until you take the batteries out and replace them. I suggest you act quickly if you want to save yourself some pain."

She said yes sir hurriedly so that he wouldn't shock her again and he chuckled. "That's just one of its functions pretty one," he told her as she heard him fiddle with the transmitter. "It can also do this."

And just like that the pain was gone, replaced by a warm vibration. The vibration was slow and gentle and massaged the pain away. She moaned out at that, still aroused somehow, and he chuckled again.

"It has variable frequencies too," he said and the vibration went from a gentle massage to a pulsing throb. She hadn't been ready for that and squeaked out in pleasure as she reached toward orgasm. But he wasn't done. He did something else with the transmitter and the vibration turned fast and it felt like the egg was trying to spin in place.

"Variable speeds too," he said and she felt several of them as he played with the device in his hands. She was slammed back and forth with passion, unable to get to where she needed to be to orgasm, and she knew he knew exactly what he was doing to her as she heard him laughing. And still she stayed at her special place. She should have been calming down or getting off, but she wasn't. He was torturing her with pleasure and she was loving it. Finally though he stopped, or the egg stopped, and she heard him stand.

He must have dropped the transmitter in the chair because she heard something hard hit it just before she heard the slide of silk again. She prayed that would be his robe also hitting the chair and that he was finally coming for her.

Then he was there. He used his hands on her again, but this time she knew he would take her. It took less time to think it than it did for him to position himself behind her, his head at her entrance, and him to shove in in one strong shove. 

She came then, as always when he first entered her on a night like tonight, but she was ready when he started moving in her. She used her internal muscles like he had taught her he liked and he growled in pleasure as he wrapped his hands around her and grabbed onto her tits for position. He began thrusting then, using her breasts like handles to hold onto her with and she began reaching for orgasm yet again a few minutes later.

He was rough with her and the added stimulus of the egg in her rectum just added to her pleasure as she came again and again. He never denied her orgasm on nights like this and for that she was grateful. She let him have her over and over again until he finally thrust deep inside her and released his seed. When that happened she hit a multiple like always and passed out. 

She came too on the sex swing with the egg vibrating inside her. Her head was lower this time so she knew he would be having her mouth. She didn't say a word as he presented it to her mouth. She merely inhaled as much of him as he would let her and started humming and using her tongue. From her position she could only look up at his balls, but she heard him fiddling with the transmitter again. She knew it was the transmitter because the egg began changing frequencies and pulses again while staying warm. She let him know which frequencies she really liked by humming deeper in her throat as he went through them, but she never stopped humming. He found a frequency that she really liked and let him know then put the transmitter between her breasts and started fucking her throat in long easy strokes, giving her plenty of time to breathe if she had just taken it. Instead she tried to gorge herself on him and he actually had to pull back and tell her to breathe. She nodded and inhaled him again after a few short breaths and he let it go at that. 

After a bit he was no longer satisfied with fucking her face slowly and began thrusting deeper into her throat as he reached for orgasm yet again. He also picked up the transmitter and the pulsing throb came back. This drove her over the edge just as he released his load in her mouth and she choked on his load as his penis came out of her mouth and sprayed the rest of the load all over her throat and breasts. He then wiped his dick off in her hair and walked away. 



A Gift?



He was there every Thursday evening. I was going around to meetings like this one—a regular support group meeting on depression in men held at a local church hall—for the whole semester as part of my practicum assignment. When he had first arrested my attention, he was sitting four pews in front of me and across the aisle. I saw him in three-quarters profile, as he was concentrating hard on the speaker of the day. I remember thinking how handsome he was. Handsome and sad looking. He could have been anything between forty and fifty, I suppose. The pepper-gray, neatly trimmed hair on his head and in his beard and mustache leaned me toward fifty, but his sharp features and the fact that he seemed to have been depressed for some time indicated that he might be considerably younger and just was slowly giving up on life. Not that he had given up on himself. He looked in good trim and always wore well-pressed sports shirts and khaki pants.

I don't know what made my attention always return to him on those evenings. Maybe it was that he was always paying such close attention but never asked a question or made a comment of his own. Or maybe it was that little gold earring he wore in his left ear, catching the light off the chandeliers high overhead whenever he turned his head, catching my attention at the periphery of my vision. He seemed apart from the others around us, and that earring helped define that apartness. He just didn't fit in with what seemed to be a conservative crowd.

It was weeks before I got a glint into why he was there. For once I'd gotten to the meeting early—before he had—and I saw him enter the room. He was leaning heavily on a cane as he entered, his left leg appearing to be almost useless. And then I saw that his right arm hung limply at his side as well, as he shuffled to his seat. I turned and asked the man next to me if he knew the gentlemen who had just made this painful entry and long struggle to his usual seat.

"That's Tim," he said. "Tim Malloy. Guess you noticed that he has a limp and a problem with that arm of his."

"Yes, How, if I may ask . . ."

"Automobile accident. Killed the man he was living with and left him in this condition. Guess that's why he comes here. Guess the combined loss is what sent him into depression."

It took me three more weeks to build up the courage, but I finally hung around after a Thursday meeting, waiting for the room to clear. Tim, of course, was waiting as well, not wanting to get between anyone else and the exit and thus impede their effort to get on with their lives with some speed.

"Excuse me," I said as I encountered him struggling out of the pew. "You are Tim Malloy, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, I am," he responded in a rich, low baritone voice. "And you're that college kid who's been monitoring our class, aren't you?"

"That's right. I'm Dennis. I just wondered if you are free and could catch a cup of coffee with me this evening."

Tim looked a little surprised at the invitation, but he responded with a little, wry smile. "Yes, I guess I could do that. I have nothing but time on my hands now."

Tim didn't even ask where we were going, and didn't even notice that I had worked my way back to near the university grounds, in a residential area, until I was parking.

"There's a coffee shop around here?" he asked, as I turned off the engine. "I hope it's not far. I can't move too . . ."

"I thought we might as well just come back to my place," I said. "I make a good pot of coffee—certainly cheaper. And, no, it's on the ground floor. Just over there. I'm sure we can manage, if you'll let me help you."

Tim seemed a little self-conscious about my supporting him to my front door, all tense and apologetic. But I did my best to help him feel he was doing most of the work in moving himself.

As we sat at the table, leaning over cups of hot coffee and a plate of cookies, I managed to get him to open up to me. I didn't say anything about being curious because I needed to collect case stories, but I'm sure that's what he thought I was doing—collecting case studies and giving back pat advice from the textbooks I was reading. In this, I couldn't help but thinking that he was being incredible patient and tolerant with me. He either was a very nice man or he was so clinically depressed that he had no pride left.

I could see his eyes moisten up as he, eventually, told me about his accident and the lover of his who had been killed in the car wreck. Getting to this point, however, admitting to me that he was gay and that his lover had been a man, seemed to be his greatest hurdle in our conversation. Once he saw that I didn't react negatively to that information, his story just gushed out of him. All of the loneliness had been bottling him up, and I could see the tension melt away from him in having someone to tell of his tragedy.

"And how long ago was this accident?" I asked

"Two years. Two years, two months, and three days ago." It flowed out in such sadness and despair. His hazel eyes turned to me and the sadness just brimmed over in them.

"And you've had no lover since then?"

"Of course not," Tim said, with a snort. "Look at this leg. Look at this arm. Useless. I'm useless. Who would have me now?"

I looked deeply into his eyes, drinking in all of the despair I saw there. Then I stood up from the table and came around to his side, leaned down, and took his lips with mine, kissing him deeply and searchingly. He was in shock and immobile at first, but then his lips quivered and were devouring my mouth. A moan came up from deep within his chest. Eventually, however, he seemed to wake up and pulled abruptly away from me.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," he stammered. "I shouldn't have . . . you shouldn't have . . ."

I shushed him then, gently pulled him up from his chair and nearly carried him the short distance from the table to my bed. I sat him down on the end of the bed, and shushing his weak exclamations, knelt between his legs, unbuttoned his shirt and buried my face in his chest. His pecs were covered in a short, curly dusting of black- and gray-peppered hair which trailed down the front of him to his beltline. I slowly tongued through the hair and around his nipples as he sighed and whispered how I should stop and that I didn't have to do this.

I took a nipple in my teeth and worked it. In response, Tim gave a great shudder and wrapped his good arm around the back of my head, holding my mouth tightly to his breast. He was softly moaning and groaning, as my hands began to get busy at his belt buckle and at stripping his pants and shoes off, all the time attacking his nipples with my tongue and teeth.

His cock was already half hard and was gigantic. I could fully understand being depressed if he hadn't been putting that to good use for the past two years.

After giving his cock and balls a little preliminary attention, I placed my hands on his thighs, to move his legs farther apart, preparing for the descent from his nipples of my searching mouth, when I felt him give a little cry.

"Please, my leg," he whispered. "Please cover. Don't want you to see . . ."

I pulled away from his chest and rose on my knees and took his mouth in mine, not wanting him to have to finish that sentence. When he was calmer, I went back on my haunches, and, holding his eyes trapped in mine, I lifted his crippled leg lovingly in my hands. I slowly slid his sock off and kissed and sucked on his toes. Then I slowly worked my tongue up his leg, kissing and licking each wound crease and knot. His eyes were held by mine, mesmerize, brimming over with tears, as I kissed and tongued my way up along his tender, inner thigh and devoured his cock with my mouth—mouth sucking on bulbous cock cap; tongue tracing throbbing veins; lips caressing up and down the sides of his huge dick; soft mouth taking him in, slowly to his full length and width; holding it there, deep-throated for an eternity, while it pulsated in the warm, wet, tightly clinging sheath; filling out to capacity; and, finally, spasming out two years worth of pent up cum.

Tim had flopped onto his back and was groaning in ecstasy and release. I swallowed his cum, cleaned off his cock with my tongue and came up on the bed beside him. I suspended my head above his and gently played his nipples with my fingers as I once more stared intensely into his eyes. They looked different now. Not nearly so bleak and despaired.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he was whispering to me. I placed a finger on his lips to put a stop to this and then leaned my head down and gave him a brief tender kiss. Then I raised my head again, and once again took his eyes with mine; he lay there, drinking me in with waves of love, as my fingers returned to playing with his nipples and in his chest hair.

I could tell he was building up to saying something he'd had to think hard about—and it took him several minutes to get to the point of being able to speak again.

"Would you like to fuck me?" he finally asked hesitatingly in that low, melodious baritone of his. "I know I'm no longer attractive, but it's all I can give to you for what you gave to me."

I pondered the magnificence of what he was offering me for a moment.

"Is that what your Tony did? Did he fuck you?"

"No," Tim answered. "I was always the top with Tony. But I know I can't go back there. All of my Tonys are in the past."

I stood up from the bed, below him, then and slowly stripped off my clothes. I could see the intake of breath when Tim saw how I was equipped. I was big and thick, but not nearly as big as he was. But I could see the fear and apprehension, mixed with resignation and, yes, just a slight sense of interest and anticipation in his eyes as I moved over to my nightstand, removed a tube of lubricant, and came back to stand before him.

"You'll have to spread this leg, I'm afraid," he murmured apologetically. "It really has a mind of his own, and I need to be open much wider if I'm going to take that in."

I was stroking my cock with the lubricant to bring me to a higher arousal, but also, which he hadn't noticed, I was pushing large gobs of the lube back to my asshole, preparing for my plan.

"Don't need your legs wide for this," I answered. "In fact, need them more together."

With that, I came back down to the bed beside him and started sliding lube up and down on his gargantuan tool, which was already returning to full staff from the earlier attention I'd given it.

"What? What are do doing?" Tim stammered. "No, no, you've been wonderful. I can't let . . ."

I moved on top of him, straddling his hips between my knees and once more brought my mouth to his to stop his spewing of depressed self-pity. I positioned my asshole over his yardstick and slowly descended, bringing him into me. Up, up, skin sliding on skin, mushroom cap making love to undulating ass canal walls.

Tim arched his chest up and his head back and screamed "Oh, God! Oh, God! Y-e-s-s-s" As his chest came up, my lips reattached to his nipples, in turn, and gave deep suck. He writhed in ecstasy under me as I pumped him and, alternatively, held him in me deep and rotated my pelvis around, making love to all sides of the huge tool of his. He had the fist of his good hand wrapped around my penis like it was a joystick in a racing car, and we shoot off nearly simultaneously.

I collapsed on top of him, and we both lay there, glistening and heaving chest against glistening and heaving chant, neither able to speak for several moments. Panting. Sighing. Both lost in fulfilled arousal.

"Thank you, thank you," Tim was whispering. A broken record of self-pity once more under the needle.

"No, it is I who thank you," I said firmly through lips plastered to the crook of his neck.

"I don't understand. You have given me such a great gift. And I don't deserve. . ."

"No!" I exclaimed more loudly. "The gift was to me from you. Even before I saw that huge dick of yours, which is enough gift in itself, I wanted you. I wanted you in me. From the first day I saw you sitting there in the pew in front of me, I have wanted you to fuck me."

Tim started to cry, and I kissed away his tears. "You aren't my class project," I continued. "You are a gorgeous hunk. Your dick isn't crippled, is it? Obviously not." And then we both laughed, releasing the pent-up tension.

And when we were spent from laughing, "And speaking of gifts," I said. "Could you gift me with another fuck right now?"

"Could we wait just a few more minutes," Tim asked in that deep, rich baritone of his. "It's been so long, I need more time to reload."

"Oh, all right," I answered in mock derision, "But only if you'll keep your dance card open for me next Thursday night."

"I'm not sure I'll need to be going to those meetings very many more Thursday nights, but I'm sure I can arrange to be free next Thursday."

I felt his cock coming back to life within me, so I lowered my chest to his chest and my lips to his lips again then and went up ever so slightly on my haunches, so that my ass was held a few inches above his pelvis. Then, for a good twenty minutes Tim showed me that there was nothing wrong with his hip and glut muscles as he pumped that huge cock of his up into me in long and short, electrifying, cum-filled strokes.



A Gift



"Fall out! One more taste, one more time. I just can't help it. Fall out! I need it all, hanging from the edge of heaven."

The bright morning sun spewed into my window, interrupting me from what seemed to be a rather peaceful dream. I'd been in a meadow, moonlight illuminating the dark strands of my hair and entwining them with soft, silver light. In the dream, my vision seemed enhanced. I could see the smallest drop of dew upon the leaf of a plant, a tiny ant as it scurried to its home, and high in the night sky I saw small sparrows as they dashed against the dark canvas, only silhouetted so high in their heaven. For a moment I longed to be that sparrow drifting so agilely on the breeze, but that dream was dashed by wicked sunlight. 

I had yet to open my eyes, but the light was burning, simmering, just beneath my eyelids and so I turned onto my side, unyielding to the demands of the sun. There was another body beside mine, warm with life, and breathing, softly, as he slept. It was simple instinct to curl closer to the source of that warmth and feel that smooth, soft skin against my fingertips. It was that comfort, so simple, to press my lips ever so slightly against the curve of his neck and pause there to hear the pulse that beat strongly against his skin. I was awake as I settled my head against his side, my body against the curve of his back, and allowed my legs to brush across his. The hair tickled my skin, but I stayed there regardless just a few moments more. 

Unable to resist the temptation to wake the man beside me, perhaps even startle him, I opened my eyes but found that he was already awake and was staring, intently, at me in return. It had been my intention to lean up, reaching, to nibble at his ear, but that plan was since ruined. I breathed out the words, "Good morning," as I traced a finger against his thigh and drew small, circular patterns against the skin. He smiled then, a tug at his lips. I knew that smile. All men have it. That slightly smug, masculine smile that is as distinct as a cat's purr.

He answered me with a soft, "Morning," before shifting. I had to move so he could do so, the sheets warm against my back, as the sun glared at the two of us. It was spilling through the blinds, illuminating our bodies carefully: a bit of my leg, some of his thigh. His hair was splayed on his pillow, and I took a handful of it in my grasp, curling the dirty blonde strands around my fingers, and then tugging. He raised one brow in my direction and then grasped a hip, pulling me closer to him with a devilish grin. I couldn't help myself... I laughed and the joy in such a sound was plain. Even so, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. With our bodies already close, only an inch or two apart, thoughts of lust were already dancing in my mind and the possibilities that assailed me seemed endless. I returned the pressure of his lips. It was a light kiss, a delicate kiss though I'm sure we weren't going to end up that way. 

I closed the miniscule distance between our bodies so that our skin met. He was deliciously pale, freckles dotted across his flesh. They were dark, perfect and I had once promised to kiss every one, but soon I found myself pressed into the mattress, gazing up into eyes that were so familiar. The irises were kissed by blue, almost grey, and they were breath-taking. As I gazed into their depths I realized that I could do so for hours, mesmerized by their beautiful color, and not mind it. 

However, the reality of that seemed silly so I settled on another spot. Ah, that delectable ear I was attempting to nibble my way to earlier. I had to lean upward with great effort to reach it as his hands hand pinned my wrists above my head, but I finally managed to snag just the lobe between my teeth. I bit down on it, hard, and tugged until a small sound had fallen from him. With a last, lingering kiss to the hollow behind it, I settled back against the mattress once more and gazed down the line of our bodies.

His legs were on either side of my thighs, bent over me, as his weight put pressure on both wrists. I smiled, languidly, at him, but stared unashamed at the rise and fall of his chest, past his waist. My eyes followed the curve of his hip, the thigh, and then found the length of him. Had I enough room to move, I would have shifted my weight and rolled over, settling with me atop him. Even so, I was content to lay there beneath him, feelings of desire stirring from such a close proximity. 

His head dipped, long strands of hair trailing along my breasts, until the warmth of his mouth found my nipple and caused my back to arch, forward, toward his mouth. The sound that followed fell, unbidden, from my throat. The movement was not sudden; it was slow, deliberate, as his tongue traced the piqued tip, flicked across it over and over again, until I groaned his name aloud. "Dominik," slid past my lips like a plea... for what? His head tilted upward at the sound, once again turning those eyes to me. That gaze held weight, held desire, and it smoldered. In the end, he broke away first and returned his attention to my body. His teeth scraped across the sensitive flesh until I slid a leg about his waist, heel digging in, as I pushed my hips upward to meet his. It seemed urgent, extremely urgent, that he slide inside of me; fill me as I carved down his back with my fingernails.

The image in my mind was so strong that I whimpered which brought that gaze to my face again, a question in his eyes. I gazed down at him, debating, and decided that I would tell him exactly what I wanted. Once again, I had to push myself upward to meet at his ear. My lips brushed the edge of it, breath fanning across the skin, as I whispered, "Fuck me." That released gentle laughter, but what he did next was not so gentle. No pretense, no moment of hesitation. There was no teasing. He simply moved his hips, pushed forward, and eased inside of me. I fell back against the pillows with a small sound and he released my wrists from their prison. Immediately, I took the initiative to grasp onto his shoulders. 

He stayed there, unmoving, for a few moments more, but I was frantic and my body was pleasured by sensation. I writhed beneath him, hoping the movement would urge him on, but he did not shift. It left me feeling frustrated and so I leaned forward, dipping my head to his neck. My tongue traced across the surface of it, teeth digging in until small marks were made. I sucked on that skin, endeavoring to bruise, as he growled. The sound curved my lips and soon his hips were shifting again, slowly, so slowly, sliding out of me. That there almost took the breath from me, but I remained at his neck, stubborn enough to bite down harder. My hands crawled the length of his back, touching across the arch of it, until I grasped the supple flesh of his ass and squeezed. 

My nails dug into it, soft beneath my fingers, as his hips surged and his cock plunged into me over and over again. My hips rocked to the steady rhythm that was building between our bodies, moaning softly as I laid back to watch him drive himself into me. That image alone was enough to make me shudder and I decided to release the soft curve of his ass in favor of his nipples. I tugged them, rolled them between my fingertips, and fought to keep the noises from spilling from my lips. I wanted to take this slow, to explore the body that was just above mine, but it was easy to lose control when pleasure was mounting. 

His breath was soft, elevated, as he slid in and out, in and out, in and out... Oh, God. What had I been thinking just now? Ah, that's right. I had been wanting to take this slower, but now that seemed impossible because with each stroke I was losing myself to lust and desire. My breathing escalated too, and I dragged my nails across the smooth contours of his back, digging in just enough to create angry red lines across his skin. "Dominik," I groaned again. Close... I was getting closer, closer to that blissful edge of ecstasy. The rhythm of his hips was starting to fail, desperately, and he just moved inside of me over and over again, thrusting frantically.

That edge was getting closer and I was going to spill over it, and it was that last thrust, brushing inside of me vigorously that brought me. I held pleasure in my grasp and it bowed my spine, brought a gasp from my lips, and I cried out to the ceiling with my eyes squeezed close as release flooded through my body. My toes curled from such pleasure, and I hardly noticed that his hips were still moving, pounding into me, so that I writhed on the bed beneath him and carved bloody furrows down his back. The pleasure of his driving into me only drove me further, mingling with the pleasure of my orgasm, and I cried his name. 

My inner walls clenched around his cock, squeezing firmly, until he was grunting with the effort of holding himself back for just a few more thrusts. And then... Warmth exploded through me, the warmth of him spilling inside of me, and the frantic thrusts slowed down. He was breathing hard above me, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin, and then he collapsed and we lay together. Our breath mingled, eyes closed. He had slid out from me, leaving me groaning just once more from the movement. Exhausted as I was, I managed to crawl down the bed. He positioned himself on his back, and I leaned down to take the softened flesh into my mouth. Our bodies had mingled and in our pleasure so had our juices. I licked them away from his cock, tongue dancing across the head, and sweeping downward. There were small beads of blood that dotted the sheets, a product of my nails driving across his skin. 

With a last, lingering lick, I crawled and returned myself to him. Snuggling into his side, I rested my head against his chest and felt a deeply settled contentment. A smile blossomed on my lips as I gazed up at him, his eyelashes stark against his skin. Leaning, I pressed my lips to his eyelids, and then began drifting off once more. Exhausted had spilled into me to replace pleasure, filling me with lethargy until I was unable to move. The last thing I heard him mumble before both of us fell into slumber was, "Good night, Sonya," and then we were lost to the surrounding world and at the mercy of our dreams once more.



A Gift



My thanks to ieditor and to RaspberryDelight for assisting me on this piece. In addition to Cyn, thank you for asking me the question and inspiring me to answer. You know who you are. 

*

I write stories, it's what I do. I take other people's fantasies and I bring them to life. It's easy - they give me the basic plot and I let my imagination do the rest. It's like being handed a jigsaw puzzle with the border already in place. All I have to do is fill in the missing pieces. 

A standard question I ask is whether they want me to play a role in their story. Most are kind enough to say yes; a few, however, have specific characters in mind, though I am still able to get into that character as I write. The good guys are fun to to write about, the bad guys even more so. The truly evil ones are a bit of a stretch but I do my best to portray them according to specifications. After all it is someone else's fantasy, someone else's tale. 

The interesting bit happens when I'm finished - when the person whose fantasy I brought to life tells me I got it right, that my writing managed to capture their dream. Every once in awhile, I get a response telling me that my story fell short of their expectations. That my tale failed to match their imagination. As a writer, you take the good with the bad and just hope that the former outweighs the latter.

I had finished writing a story for one individual the night before, doing the final proofreading before sending it off, waiting as always for the obligatory reply, hoping as I often put it, "that my words find favor in your eyes". I'd had people comment; I wrote as if I belonged in a different time, a different century, perhaps they're right but it was simply me being me. 

This time when I received my response to my latest work it was like nothing I had ever read before. I opened the email and read, "Dear Fantasywriter. Your words as always speak to me in a special way, never more so than your latest tale, the one I asked you to pen. You brought my dream to life and I will always be thankful. I often wonder though, has anyone ever done the same for you?"

The question, though a logical one was something I had never considered. Don't get me wrong, I had written many a tale based on my own desires but never had another offered to do so for me. I answered the email, stating just that and to my surprise I got an instant response saying, "Then tell me, in your story, what is your fantasy, what is your desire Fantasywriter?" 

I sat back, lost in the question. As I said, I had written of many of my own personal desires in the form of a story before. This time though, it seemed different. There were quite a few things that came to mind but to my own amazement, a rather simple one ended being what I selected as I answered this particular readers request. I couldn't help but smile thinking how kind it was of her to ask.

The next day I still had heard nothing back from my reply so I just thought it had been someone offering a gesture, trying to make me feel special as I tried to do for anyone who requested me to write for them. It was that evening when I was doing some research for my latest work when in the corner of the computer screen, I saw I had new mail.

I opened it, a bit confused as the individual's name didn't ring any sort of bell, the body of the email appearing just as mine normally did, the story simply began. I was curious as I began to read. 

It was Saturday night, normally a quiet time for him. He usually spent most of his time behind his computer, diligently typing away. But tonight, it was different. He had decided to treat himself. His last work had been finished and luckily his words had indeed found favor in someone's eyes.

As he got dressed, he smiled. Thinking how he would enjoy a good meal, perhaps a glass of wine to celebrate at a fine steakhouse in Chicago, the downtown section, being the perfect location for the evening. A reservation had been made in advance, the time 7 p.m. and as he looked at his watch, he knew he was cutting it close.

I couldn't help but smile, the writing style a bit awkward but a genuine effort put forth to draw the readers' interest in. Though what captured more than my interest were the lines written next. 

(If you desire to see what happens in the next chapter you will find it waiting at your destination on the evening described above...don't be late.)

I read the words with a puzzled expression on my face, trying to ascertain the meaning but it wasn't until Saturday afternoon that things became a bit clearer. The phone rang and when I answered it I heard a woman's voice say. 

"Yes Mr. Samuel's, this is Gibson's Steakhouse and Bar, we are confirming your dinner reservation for seven p.m. this evening. We hope you will arrive a bit early and take advantage of the bar and all it has to offer." The woman said, an with that the line disconnected. 

Now my interest was truly piqued. I called the location and indeed they did have my name at the appointed time though I had certainly not placed the call. I took a shower, taking a look in the mirror the visage as always not exactly to my liking but such is life. Long auburn hair, blue eyes, a very forgettable face, neither handsome, nor repulsive. 

Simply me. 

I arrived roughly a half hour early, the hostess telling me they were running a little behind so I did as per the instructions. Going to the bar, I sat down, ordered a drink and looked around. Being a Saturday night there were people everywhere, though I wondered if one of them might stand out. My people skills were not one of my more endearing qualities. 

One reader asked me once how I could come across in the manner I did, in not only my stories but in the on line chat that I enjoyed with those who sampled my words. I told them it was easy to play a character. The individual could be as bold as the words I typed on the screen, the same way in chat. In the real world though, there was no keyboard to type on, no crutch to lean on. My words usually failing me if I wished to converse with any woman, the shy, quiet man always stepping forth. 

As the appointed time drew near I let out a soft sigh, thinking someone simply enjoyed a good joke, or found it humorous to put me through my paces like some kind of show pony. I was almost ready to get up from the bar, contemplating simply making my way home, the evening of yet another solitary meal not that appealing, when the bartender appeared. "I'm sorry sir, are you Jonathan Samuels?" 

I knew it wasn't my fame as a writer that would have him ask such a question but I nodded my head in reply. He simply handed me an envelope, a single script J on the front and when I inquired as to whom it came from he simply shrugged, going back to him normal duties. Opening it I saw the familiar verbiage, the continuation of the short tale as I read. 

He sat at the bar, enjoying his drink as he heard a soft sound, a woman's voice asking, "I'm sorry, is this seat taken?"

He turned, his eyes taking in the vision before him. It would best be described as the traditional little black dress but it was one that molded to her features, the promise within that it held, that captured him. Hair as dark as midnight, eyes of brown which seemed to regard him with a bit of a sparkle as he as always found himself at a loss for words, simply shaking his head no.

I had just finished reading it when I heard, you guessed it. "I'm sorry, is this seat taken?" I turned my head slowly, the young woman who stood there dressed as in the tale, her eyes sparkling as I remained true to the script, shaking my head no as I stood to hold the chair out for her. 

Her smile was my reward as I sat back down and the bartender came over and asked the young lady what her pleasure might be. She ordered a glass of white wine as I tried my best not to openly stare. She was beautiful, stunning in fact and though I had an idea this was my mystery author I knew that surely she wouldn't be willing to go as far as the fantasy she had asked me went. 

"So, do you come here often?" Her voice almost musical in tone as once again I shook my head to the negative and she laughed, her eyes still twinkling as she said, "A man of few words it seems. Here, let me try and get one of you if I can. I'm Cyn and you are?" 

I managed to stammer out, "Jonathan, Jonathan Samuel's Miss." Once again I got the full smile as she held her hand out, my own trembling though she seemed to pay it little mind as her drink was delivered and she raised her glass, proposing a toast. 

She touched the edge of her wineglass against my own drink, the soft sound like that of her voice saying, "Here's to tonight and the possibilities it may hold." I took a nervous sip of my drink, my name being called, the table ready as I tried to work up the courage to ask, almost afraid of what the young lady might say. 

Instead, she simply smiled, taking my arm as we went to our table and once again I held the chair out for her to sit. I saw the looks of many, the open stares at the breathtaking vision who accompanied me.

I'm sure the meal was wonderful, though for the life of me I can't remember a single thing about it. I was too captivated by my company. I remembered the answer I'd gave her when she asked about my fantasy and the words kept echoing over and over again in my mind. 

I'm the type of man that every beautiful woman looks past to see who is standing behind him, neither repulsive nor repugnant, neither handsome or dashing. I'm ordinary, plain, easily forgettable. Just once I'd like to be the man who a lovely woman picks up in a bar. Who would desire his company. It sounds silly but please remember you asked.

I sat there at the table, my after dinner drink going untouched as I felt like a fool. It had been a stupid thing to ask and I felt my eyes look downward, fighting my emotions as I heard the young woman say, "I feel like a bit of walk Jonathan, would you care to join me?" 

Sitting there, I felt myself tremble but I also felt a hand slip over. I looked down to see her hand, looked up to see her smile and she said softly, "It's okay, honest. Walk with me, please Jonathan?

I managed to nod, paying the bill as she stood beside me. I opened the door for her, another smile as I walked with my head down, though she reached over, putting her hand in mine as we walked quietly down the street. 

We'd gone a couple of blocks when I noticed we were at one of the finer hotels, The Hyatt as Cyn smiled at me saying, "Well, this is my stop. Would you care to join me for a nightcap perhaps?" 

Once again her hand squeezed mine as she pulled me gently in, heading toward the elevator. By the time we got to her room my heart was pounding as she let us in, locking it before saying, "I need a minute to freshen up. Fix us something to drink, won't you?" 

The door to the bathroom closed quietly as I walked over, the lights of the city twinkling through the open curtains. I found the mini bar, poured her a glass of wine and thought it best I not partake. I was beginning to feel like I was an object of pity more than desire. She had done nothing to cause me to feel that way, I did it to myself. 

I almost had decided that it would be best if I were to simply slip out the door, getting ready to turn from the panoramic view, when one even more breathtaking caught my eye. She was dressed as a vision of lace, walking slowly toward where I stood, my eyes seeing her reflection, unable to look away. 

I stood frozen to the spot as she drew closer and closer, unaware of the silent tears which had begun to fall from my eyes. It had been seven years since my wife had passed. Seven long years without the touch of a woman and as I saw the beautiful creature draw near to my surprise she simply walked up, smiling, touching my face gently then pulling me into her arms. 

Her voice was soft as a whisper, like that of an angel, saying, "There is no shame in crying Jonathan Samuels. Sometimes we all need to let our emotions help us heal in order to find happiness once again." She leaned her head into my chest, simply holding me as the dam burst and the tears fell unabated. 

The one thing I had missed more than anything during that length of time was to be held, to feel safe, to feel desired and as she took my hand, she pulled me gently over to the bed. She smiled, pushing tenderly on my shoulders, making me lie down as she once again went into my arms, her scent as intoxicating as her presence. 

I felt the warmth of her breath on my neck as she spoke soothingly to me. "We have all the time in the world Jonathan. You're alright, you're safe here I promise." I tried to answer but words failed me. Luckily words weren't what the beautiful lady desired. Her hands tenderly undressing me, her eyes warm, her smile inviting as I couldn't help but be aroused by her touch. 

In the stories I wrote, I always could be so poetic, using the terms that would arouse both the readers' libido and their minds. Words could not describe though what the evening was like from that point forward. The only way to properly express it would be to say that Cyn made love to me. I know it sounds simple but there was nothing simple about it. She took a heart held dormant and for a brief period of time allowed it to feel loved again. 

I remember having this lovely creature in my arms, the hour having drawn late and feeling my body, my mind as it began to slip away. I looked at her and was once again rewarded with the smile which made her eyes light up, the reflection of my own shining in them as she said softly, "Rest dear man, rest well." I surrendered to the darkness and when next I awoke, I was alone. 

THE END

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A Gift Amongst Friends



I'm going to do it. This is it, Mandy thought to herself as she waited for the knock on her door. Her heart was beating like crazy, and her hands were shaking with excitement. She looked at the message on her computer screen, telling her that he would be there in a minute. It was sent over two minutes ago. He's going to know that something is up if he sees me trembling like this. She paced around the tiny university dorm room, waiting. She was glad that her roommate, Megan, was gone out for the evening so that she couldn't see Mandy's sorry state. She took a deep breath to calm herself, staring at the camera sitting on her desk. The knock at the door made her jump.

"Coming!" she shouted as she leapt towards the desk. I can't do this. No way. It was stupid of me to think that I could. She quickly grabbed the camera and switched it on. Come on, come on, hurry! With a couple of button presses, she cleared the memory. She checked it once, twice, three times to make sure that the memory card was blank before she dared turn it off again.

Camera in hand, she opened the door and greeted her friend Jacob. "Sorry about that, I was getting dressed," she explained with a nervous laugh.

"No problem," Jacob replied, smiling. "Thanks for letting me borrow your camera for the weekend. My brother and I are taking a drive along the coast, and I don't know what is wrong with the camera I got for Christmas last year. It keeps dying on me, and it's cleared the memory on me a couple times. I guess I need a new one, but I can't afford it right now."

"Yeah...Sure, no problem. Any time!" Mandy was a nervous wreck. "Is...is something wrong?" Jacob had been friends with Mandy for almost two years now, and he could tell something was off. She seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him.

"No, of course not! It's just that, I uhh...I'm in a hurry to get ready so I can go out tonight." "Oh cool, where are you going?"

Shit, please just leave. Mandy really didn't want to lie, but she hadn't left herself much choice. "I'm going out. I mean, I'm going to the bar. We haven't figured out which one yet."

"Awesome." Normally, Jacob would have made small talk and asked about her plans, but she didn't seem talkative, and he didn't want to push the issue. Although he had expressed interest in Mandy during their freshmen year, she did not seem to feel the same way towards him. He had gotten his hopes up one evening after a drunken kiss between them, but she assured him the next day that it had just been the alcohol. That was over a year and a half ago, and he had since moved on. "Alright, well I guess I won't keep you then. Thanks again for camera. I'll have it back to you by Monday at the latest. See ya."

"Bye." She quickly closed the door and sat down, glad to finally be off her trembling legs. She was disappointed in herself. She had looked forward to this evening for days and had hardly slept the night before in anticipation. I should have known that I would chicken out.

It had all started almost a month ago when her other friend, David, asked to use her camera for a class project. This was nothing new for Mandy. She loved photography and she had invested in a quality camera last summer before her trip to New York. She didn't mind lending it to her friends, because she knew that money was tighter for them and a camera isn't a wise investment for someone that is thousands of dollars in debt to student loans. She also knew that her friends were trustworthy and would be careful with her belongings. So, as per usual, she agreed to lend it to David. However, and hour before he came over to pick it up, Mandy came to a shocking realization: she had left some inappropriate pictures on her memory card. She had taken some pictures for a former boyfriend. It was mostly innocent stuff, but there were a couple topless photos in here as well. Fortunately she remembered in time to delete the pictures before handing the camera off to David, but the experience had gotten her thinking...what if she hadn't remembered?

The thought initially terrified her. She had considered putting a stop to her camera lending policy just in case it ever happened again, but that seemed excessive. It wasn't her friends' fault, and it would be mean of her to stop helping them out. After receiving the camera back from David, she decided that she would just have to be more careful in the future.

However, she couldn't stop thinking about her close call. She sometimes imagined what would have happened if she hadn't deleted the pictures. She imagined David taking her camera home, and she imagined the expression on his face as he discovered these sexy images of her. She imagined her own embarrassment and helplessness at the realization that her friend had seen her exposed. But mostly, she imagined what David would think of her.

Mandy seemed to get along better with guys than girls, even as a kid. When she moved to university last year to start her science degree, old habits returned, and she found herself making more male friends than female. It wasn't that she didn't like women. Mandy was shy, which meant that she rarely reached out to make new friends. Instead, she let people come to her.

Given that she was attractive, young, and female, it was no surprise that guys were more likely to take the initiative. As a teenager, she had been taller than all of the other girls in her class, and it resulted in her feeling insecure about her appearance. Her breasts had also been slow to develop and she had always been a little wide in the hips, so for a long time, she had perceived herself as a freak. She eventually grew into her body, 5'10", 135 lbs., 34C, with hips that accentuated her round ass. Her hair was a dark brown cascade of curls that fell down just below her shoulders, and she had a slender face with a prominent nose. She knew that guys found her attractive. Nevertheless, her childhood insecurities never fully left her as she got older.

Although guys had been interested in Mandy for some time, she was often unresponsive to their advances. She wasn't cold, but she rarely returned flirtations. She preferred being treated like just another guy in the group, and her male suitors typically turned into male friends. David and Jacob both fell into this category.

This incident with David and the camera had woken something dormant in her though. With her past boyfriends, Mandy had always been mildly submissive, preferring to give herself up to her lover. In those instances, being powerless to another individual had always turned her on. She couldn't help but imagine David flipping through topless photos of her, seeing a whole new side to sweet, innocent, Mandy. But more importantly, she obsessed over how the whole ordeal would have been nothing but an accident, a simple error that would leave her completely vulnerable to a friend who would certainly enjoy his discovery. Like in her past role-play, she would have been a powerless victim...and that concept excited her. Time and again, she shook the thoughts from her head, reminding herself how inappropriate they were, but they would inevitably return.

A week after the incident, they crept into her mind while she was in the shower. The combination of warm water, aromatic scents, and arousing thoughts left in her a relaxed state. Only half aware of her actions, she allowed a hand to find its way downward, and soon she began to pleasure herself. She was ashamed of how easily her fingers slipped inside of her, but not ashamed enough to stop herself. Minutes later, after one of the most intense orgasms that she had ever experienced, she realized that this fantasy was far from over. She was still terrified of her male friends seeing her intimate pictures, but that fear was part of the thrill. She now wished that things had happened differently—that she had forgotten the images for David to find.

She could simply allow one of her male friends to see her naked. She could either have sex with one of them or email them a naked picture of herself...Both of those options were fun and exciting, but neither got her heart beating like the original fantasy. It had to seem accidental and nonconsensual. She wanted to be exposed, and she wanted to be vulnerable, but she also wanted to appear innocent and powerless. In her fantasy, control had to be removed from her hands. In her fantasy, she was oblivious, just a stupid girl that had fallen victim to her own carelessness...and that's what she wanted her voyeur to believe.

The fantasy followed her night and day, and finally, it was settled. She was going to do it. She wasn't sure how or when, but that didn't matter. The fact that she planned to do it was enough for the moment.

Three days ago, the opportunity presented itself when Jacob asked if he could use Mandy's camera while his brother was in town. Mandy happily agreed, and re-uploaded the same pictures that she had deleted weeks ago for David—the images that started this whole fantasy. In most of the pictures she was fully clothed, but after several images, they took a more sexual turn. In one, she was showing off a lacey bra, while in another she was lifting her skirt to show a pair of pink panties beneath. Finally, in the last images, she was opening up a zip-up hoodie to reveal that she was topless underneath. After two images of deepening cleavage, the final two images showed the hoodie fully unzipped and Mandy's perky breasts, completely exposed. Her large pink nipples stood erect as her eyes stared seductively into the camera...

It was these same images that she had just deleted for a second time before Jacob had a chance to see them. Ugh, I've been waiting for this for weeks, and I chickened out! As she listened to Jacob walking away down the hall, she knew that her second chance had passed. Next time, she thought as she got up and moved back to her desk. Next time will be different. I swear.

Immediately, Mandy started planning. Obviously, the pictures would need to be on the memory card the next time that somebody borrowed it. However, if the pictures were the only thing on the card, it might rouse suspicion. In contrast, if the memory card was too full or if the erotic images were buried in the middle of a large list, they might go unnoticed. After a couple of days, she decided on a plan.

True to his word, Jacob gave the camera back to Mandy on Monday afternoon. The next evening, after getting back to her dorm room, she got to work. She knew that Megan had evening classes and that she'd have the room to herself for at least another hour. Mandy wanted to start the images off slow, but she needed a couple of pictures that would grab the viewer's attention. She went over to her closet and dug out her black bikini. She had bought it several years ago, while still in high school, but it was so revealing that she hadn't gotten many opportunities to wear it. She quickly changed into it and admired herself in the mirror.

It certainly showed a lot of skin and would attract the eye, but it was no more scandalous than the type of pictures that teenage girls regularly posted online. Her breasts had grown in the years since she bought it, and it was tighter than she remembered. It looked like she was ready to spill out of her top at any moment. It would more than suffice for this purpose, but she didn't think that it would offer much coverage if she actually wore it to go swimming. She turned around and examined the way that the thin material complemented her ass.

I can't believe that I am doing this, she thought as her heart speeded up. She picked up her camera, took aim at herself in the mirror, smiled, and clicked. She examined the picture and decided that the lighting was too dark. She opened the curtain, but it was getting dark outside and the dwindling sunlight from the window wasn't enough. She turned on the overhead light, switched on the camera's flash, and took the same photo again. The reflection of the flash blinded her for a second, but when her vision returned, she checked the camera. The photo was much better this time. It was the typical self-absorbed mirror shot that girls frequently took, but with the added sexiness of a skimpy bikini. That should catch the guys' attention. She took a few more photos in different poses, and then went back to her closet. She wanted to give the impression that the following images were from a different session.

It was time to get to the crucial shots, and she decided that she wanted these pictures to contain some of the same elements as the original ones. She could have merely re-uploaded those same photos a second time, but this seemed more fun. Moreover, this would give her an opportunity to take some more risqué pictures. However, she knew that the photo shoot would have to be short, only a few photos, or else it might seem suspicious that she had forgotten it.

Mandy pulled out the same zip-up hoodie that she had worn in the original photo shoot, along with the same pair of pink panties, putting both on, with nothing else. Returning to the mirror, she lifted the camera and paused in consideration. Why not? I've already come this far. She reached under her hoodie and removed the panties, leaving only the hoodie between her naked body and the camera. It was a large grey hoodie that just barely reached the bottom of her ass and had the school logo printed over her left breast. If Mandy stood upright and perfectly still, the sweater sufficiently hid all of her important bits. If she moved, it was a whole other story.

She raised the camera again and snapped a photo from the waist up. In the next photo, she lowered the zipper to reveal some cleavage. She lowered it far more for the next shot, letting the zipper rest an inch below her perky breasts. With such a deep opening, it would be obvious to the viewer that she was not wearing anything underneath—even a bra. Next, she turned around, pointed the camera back, and took a full-body image of her reflection. In the image, her brown curls fell down over a second university logo printed on her back. Her long, bare legs seemed to begin where the grey wool ended. She bent over ever so slightly and took another photo. In the picture her pale butt cheeks were just barely visible below the hanging material.

Now was the moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, she lowered the zipper until her breasts popped out into the open. She held the camera out at arm's length with one hand and pulled the hoodie open with the other. Click. She unzipped the hoodie completely and turned back towards the mirror.

In the original photos, she hadn't dared to remove her panties, but now she stared at her completely exposed body in the mirror. She pulled the hoodie open further, making sure that nothing was hidden. She was clean shaven, and she had to admit that she looked pretty sexy right now. Even so, she was anxious about photographing her most intimate area. She considered placing a hand over her pussy and experimented with different poses. However, in the end, she let the hand drop and bared everything. Click.

Every shot filled the room with a flash of light that made her feel like a model. One more angle from the front, letting the hoodie fall back over her shoulders and hang from her elbows. Click. She turned around and lifted the hoodie to expose her around ass. She lifted just a little higher so that the flower tattoo on her lower back would be visible. Click.

That should be enough, she thought as she turned the camera off and walked over towards her desk. Oh fuck! It suddenly dawned on her that she had left the curtain open the whole time, even after turning on the overhead light! Mandy had been so wrapped up in the excitement that she hadn't even thought about it. She threw her arms over herself and leapt for the light switch.

Once in darkness, she crept back to the window to look outside. Her room was on the fifth floor of a co-ed dorm in the middle of campus. She was up too high up for anyone to clearly see her from the ground unless she stood immediately in front of the window—but the ground level was not her concern. Her concern was the eight-story male dormitory not even forty feet across from her side of the building. Most of the facing rooms could see into Mandy's room when from her window. She scanned the rooms to see if she spotted anyone watching. She could see boys in several of the rooms, and many other rooms were dark, but it didn't seem like anyone had spotted her.

Somebody must have seen me. She was so nervous that she thought she might cry. Oh god...just imagine, a bunch of strange boys watching me undress, watching me photograph myself in the nude. I bet they think I'm a huge slut that likes to be watched. Then it suddenly dawned on her. In the darkness, she reached down and discovered just how wet she was.

I am a huge slut that likes to be watched, aren't I? That was the whole point. I guess it's a bonus if some boys saw me from across the courtyard. Perhaps this was even better because it had been a complete accident, like her original fantasy.

She had another half hour until Megan would be home, so Mandy tore off her hoodie and threw herself onto her bed in the dark. Immediately, he hands began exploring her body. Once again, she paused, contemplating. She knew she shouldn't, but she could not shake the idea from her mind. Oh god...am I that big of a slut? No, that's too far, even for me. But the moment her finger made contact with her clitoris, all rational thought was drowned out by a resounding YES!

Rational thought gave way to lust. Unable to control herself, she got up and turned the light back on. Still naked, she slowly returned to the bed and resumed her former activity. She didn't dare look out the window, else she might lose her nerve. It would be much harder for her neighbors to see her while she was sprawled out on her bed, but several rooms on the upper floors would have a clear view if anyone was paying attention.

This is so wrong. What if somebody recognizes me? What if someone from one of my classes sees me? But these thoughts only fueled the fire burning insider her. Then they will see how fucking horny I am right now...

One hand descended to her left breast. Her nipple was rock-hard and begging for attention. She gave it a light twist while brushing her right hand down along her tummy. The latter hand reached her satin-smooth lips. She shuddered with excitement. I need to be quick. The longer than I lay here, the more likely that someone will notice me.

Both hands descended to her womanhood, allowing her to spread her lips with one hand while running a finger up and down the length of her opening. Every time her finger came into contact with her clit, Mandy let out a sharp breath.

This won't take me long. With one finger still teasing her clitoris, she slipped two fingers from her other hand up into herself. I can't believe how wet this is making me. Her shame and her anxiety made her hornier. She arched her back and thrust her pelvis into the air. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. If anyone was watching, they would be getting a hell of a show. She was so close to cumming, but one final dirty thought entered her head. She tried to fight it, but she knew it was a losing battle like all the others.

With two fingers still inside her, Mandy reached over and picked up the camera. At arm's length, she turned it on and held it above her, pointed down. Click. A flash filled the room as Mandy photographed herself.

All these flashes must definitely be getting someone's attention. She flipped the camera over and examined the picture. She couldn't believe what she saw on the screen: her own naked body, writhing on her bed as she fingered herself. The expression on her face was a mixture of uninhibited bliss and seduction.